MONTANA SKY 07.5: Angel In Paradise Read Online Free PDF Page B

at her tone. “Yep. Part of the reason it took so long. Learned as I went.”
    “I’m impressed.” She set her briefcase on the coffee table.
    He tilted his head toward the kitchen. “Would you like a house tour?”
    “Certainly.”
    He led her through the contemporary kitchen with the granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, showed her his office, the small bathroom he’d tucked under the stairs, then the back porch. Upstairs, he first took her to his bedroom that looked over the ocean.
    She candidly surveyed the king-sized bed and crossed the room to the balcony, opening the French doors and stepping outside.
    Rafe followed her.
    “Ahh,” Angel breathed a sigh of pleasure. The tropical breeze danced around them, the air warm and heavy, scented of the sea and the flowers growing in his yard. Ocean waves made a gentle whooshing sound in the background. The full moon illuminated white foam on the waves cresting over the obsidian black water.
    She leaned on the rail. “I can’t believe how beautiful this is, Rafe. Pure paradise. I can see why you’ve stayed here.”
    Rafe had no eyes for the view he usually enjoyed, for he couldn’t take his eyes off Angel. Moonlight coated her in silver light, a Grecian goddess come to Earth. Maybe it was moonlight madness, maybe just Angel Howard herself, but he could no longer resist.
    He drew her toward him, leaned in for a kiss.
    Angel stared at him, eyes luminous. She tilted her face up, but when their lips almost touched, she made a resisting sound. Shaking her head, she stepped back. “I can’t do this.”
    Disappointment stabbed him, but Rafe spread his hands in an “it’s all right” motion. “Let me show you to your room.” He tried to sound matter-of-fact. “You can have one of my T-shirts to sleep in. I have an extra toothbrush and toothpaste you can use.”
    Relief crossed her face.
    Feeling far more hurt than he should have, Rafe strode into the bedroom. He opened a dresser drawer and grabbed one of his roomiest T-shirts.
    Angel had followed him, standing stiffly about three feet away, as if needing to be out of grabbing range. She took the T-shirt he held out.
    He strode into his bathroom, searched in a cabinet for a new toothbrush and toothpaste, walked out, and gave them to her.
    In the hallway, he opened the linen closet and took down a fluffy blue towel and washcloth. Carrying them, he led her into the guest room.
    This room was smaller than the master because he’d added a private bathroom. On the back wall, French doors opened onto a balcony overlooking the garden. The queen bed took up much of the space, with a nightstand on both sides. A small chest of drawers and a tiny desk and chair were the only other pieces of furniture.
    He laid the towel and washcloth on the bed. “The sheets are clean. The bathroom is private. Set your clothes outside the door, and I’ll toss them in the washer.”
    Her smile was polite. “Thank you.”
    “Sleep well, Angel.”
    She gave him a slight duck of her chin. “Good night, Rafe.” Angel gently shut the door in his face.
    A few minutes later, from his bedroom, he heard the sound of her door open and shut again. Rafe walked down the hallway, scooped up the neatly folded pile of Angel’s clothes, and trotted downstairs to the small washroom next to the kitchen. Once he’d started the machine, he wandered back to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and popped the cap. From where he stood, he could see Angel’s briefcase containing her precious documents.
    Rafe took a swig of the beer. I could always burn them . Not that he would. There’s more where those came from. But maybe the act would buy him more time with her. And make me look as childish as a five-year-old.
    To avoid temptation, he climbed the stairs and passed her room. The sound of the shower made him imagine Angel naked under the running water, and Rafe felt an answering response in his body. Joining her probably