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gave it an absentminded pat.  “It was a lousy thing to say.”  At her
disbelieving  expression, he sighed.  “I wasn’t expecting company.  I thought
I’d be alone out here.”
    “We won’t disturb you,” she said
stiffly.
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “I’m sorry we buggered up your
solitary plans, but we have work to do, too.”
    “I know.”
    “So I’ll try to steer clear of yo- mmph !”  She glared at him over the hand he’d placed over her mouth.
    Hells bells, she was fiery.  “Just
keep your lips together for a minute, lady.”  Leaning down to place himself on
eye level with her, Luke removed his hand but held one finger in front of her freckled
nose when her mouth opened.  “Zip it and listen.”
    Her eyes narrowed but she remained
silent, those lush lips pressed tightly together.
    “I can see that stupid comment you
overheard me make in the heat of the moment hurt you, okay?”  Luke shook his
head.  “It was a dickhead thing to say and I’m sorry.  I’m okay to help you
shift heavy things, I- don’t ,” he warned when her eyes flashed and her
lips parted.  Nodding in satisfaction when she mulishly closed her mouth again,
he continued, “No Wells man ever leaves a woman doing heavy shit, got it?  You
need anything heavy shifted, you call me. I won’t have you or Elspeth busting a
gut trying to move something because you’re too boneheaded to ask me for help.”
    Mikki gasped in outrage.  “Boneheaded?”
    Immediately, Luke firmly placed
his finger across her lips.
    They were nice lips, plump and
soft and warm and moist against his finger.  No time to ponder that, man,
you need to sort this sheila out before she pulls something just to prove a
point.  “I said it, I didn’t mean it, and I’m sorry.  Just accept it,
okay?”
    She glared at him.
    Luke quirked an eyebrow.
    They stayed like that for a long
ten seconds.  With interest he watched a myriad of emotions cross her pretty
face - anger, indignation, realisation, grudging acceptance, and finally
resignation.  The woman would never make a good poker player, she was way too
expressive.
    Slowly, she nodded.  “Okay.”
    “Good.”  He straightened.  “Now
let’s get the last of the bags.”
    She might have given in and
accepted his apology, but her reluctance was there to see in her stiff posture. 
“No need.  Everything left is light.”
    “I bet.”  Grinning, he slung an
arm around her shoulders and propelled her forward.  “Come on, Mikki, stop
sulking and smile.”
    ~*~
    Typical Luke Wells, the man
thought he could charm his way through anything.
    Tugged into his side, all that
lean, hard muscle pressed against her, the faint scent of soap and man invading
her nose, Mikki sighed inwardly.  He had a right to be so cock-sure, his charm did get him through most things.
    Every woman she’d ever seen him
with had fallen under his happy, roguish charm.  He laughed, he winked, he gave
them an appreciative look, he treated them with care and consideration, and
they melted like butter under a hot sun.  Whichever woman he was currently
dating - she’d lost count of how many, he seemed to have a revolving door of
them - hung on his every word, his arm, and practically off his neck.
    Now here he was, after making her
feel like a user when she’d had no bloody intention of being any such thing,
tucking her under his arm and grinning happily.
    She ought to kick his arse.  No,
instead she let him lead her down the hallway, through the kitchen and out into
the cobbled courtyard where Aunt Elspeth had her head stuck in the back of the
SUV.
    Quickly extracting herself from
Luke’s nicely muscled arm, Mikki moved over to the SUV.  “What else?”
    “Nothing much.”  Elspeth continued
searching through a big shoulder bag.
    Mikki glanced over her shoulder to
see Luke standing, his legs braced apart and thumb tucked into the waistband of
his jeans, the other hand lowering the sunglasses slightly as he