Leverage (The Brannock Siblings) Read Online Free PDF

she seemed like she was
on her way to being completely over him even if she gave subtle hints that he
still affected her.
    He didn't realize that the captain had hung up on him
already and he was still standing in the doorway of an empty conference room.
He shoved his phone in his pocket and hurried to the stairwell. The sooner he went
over the letter, the sooner he could make sure Aislinn didn't do anything that
would be too much of a risk.
    Great, now he was turning into her brothers. Locking her up
and leaving her to watch her life pass her by.
    There really was no other choice.
     
    ***
     
    Lucas took a deep, cleansing breath before he lifted his
hand to the doorbell of the Brannock's home. After seeing the letter and
realizing the threat was closer to her than he previously suspected, which was
pretty damn close, he couldn't get there fast enough. He needed to calm himself
down so he wouldn't scare her. She did stupid things when she was scared, or
drunk, or extremely sad. All of which could happen very quickly when she found
out what was going on.
    The door opened after a minute of waiting on her porch and
the deep breaths that he thought would calm him rushed out in a flurry. She was
dressed in a tight black skirt that ended just above her knees and a white form
fitting button up sleeveless blouse, all of which showed off the curves she had
developed over the years, she looked soft in all the right places. Her hair was
pinned up into a messy twist with small tendrils falling around her face. But
none of that prepared him for what he would find when his eyes moved down to
her feet.
    Already expecting to see some kind of fancy shoe with heels
that said all business, he took his time grazing down her long tan legs, but
there weren't any shoes, which was worse.
    She always had the sexiest feet. She painted her toenails
every Sunday to be prepared for the week to come and whenever he had been at
their house on Sunday, he would anticipate what color she would choose. She
usually brought him her two choices and told him to pick one, then she would
choose the other one on purpose causing an argument about why she always asked
him to pick one when she was never going to use the one he suggested. She would
then explain that it had been because it was the one time she could prevent him
from getting what he wanted.
    He had loved it.
    He would spend the rest of the next 10 minutes trying not to
watch her with her tongue sticking out of the corner of her lips as she
concentrated on painting them perfectly. When she was done, she would wiggle
her toes and gaze at them contentedly. For some reason, that was something he
would never forget. She would never know that seeing her do that every week
made it harder and harder for him not to touch her.
    Now, looking down at her bare feet and her bright pink toes,
the color he had always picked, it was nearly impossible not to touch
her.
    "What's wrong?" she asked as her toes wiggled
under his stare.
    He lifted his gaze back to her face and grinned. She must
still have feelings for him because she looked embarrassed that she had been
caught wearing the pink she always refused to wear for years. Too bad he wasn't
going to do anything about it, she was off limits now more than ever before. He
would only hurt her and he couldn't stand the thought of that even if it didn't come with the ass kicking of his life once her brothers came for a visit.
    "Nothing. You look nice," he said, his voice
breaking on the feeble word.
    She glared at him and he couldn't help but decide that it
was the most adorable look she had given him so far.
    "Nice? Thanks, I guess. I was going for professional so
I guess that is close enough."
    Professional? She looked like a walking fantasy and it was
completely inappropriate to go around and hand out resumes to guys who wouldn't
be able to keep their eyes off of her. He didn't want anyone else to see every
curve that had been emphasized by her choice of clothing.
    Every