The Wells Brothers: Luke Read Online Free PDF

peered over
the top of them at the surrounding scenery.
    Man, he was something to look at though. 
She’d always appreciated his form and face, because that was the artistic side
of her.
    Mental snort.  Right.   She
didn’t have an artistic bone in her body.  Face it, Mikki, you, like every
other woman with a pair of eyes, just plain lusts after that body and face.
    Seriously, who wouldn’t?  Luke
oozed sex appeal.  His dark hair was slightly tousled in the breeze, one thick
hank of it flopping over his brow before he shoved it carelessly back, long
fingers sliding through the thick strands.  He had dark stubble on a strong jaw,
a straight nose, firm lips with a surprising fullness to them that somehow
seemed manly all at the same time.  He was tall, she barely reached his
shoulders, and man, those were some shoulders.  Even though he was trim from
hard work, that same manual labour had given him some pretty impressive muscle
that rippled over his shoulders, down to what she knew was a six pack abdomen,
and through into lean hips and muscled thighs.  Impressive biceps and triceps,
strength in the corded forearms, calloused hands.  There he stood, relaxed,
sexy, and pretty damned yummy.
    Like his current pose didn’t make
him appear even more roguish, especially when he turned that gaze onto her with
his sunglasses partially down his nose.  A slow grin curved that sexy mouth as
he adjusted the glasses to cover his twinkling eyes.  “You wanted something?”
    His clothes off wouldn’t be a bad
idea.  “Not a thing.”
    “You looked like you were
contemplating something…”  He trailed off suggestively, yet somehow managed to
retain an air of innocence, what with his raised eyebrows. 
    But that grin was pure sin.  The
bastard knew she’d been ogling him.
    “Not much worth looking at.”  Coolly,
Mikki turned to lean in beside her aunt, reaching in for the last bag.
    No sooner had she pulled it out
than there was warmth behind her and a long arm reached past her to snag the
bag.  “Allow me.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “I know.”  Effortlessly, he
plucked the bag from her hold and strode away.
    Elspeth sighed.  “Such a
gentleman.  Isn’t he a gentleman?”
    Mikki took one look at her
admiring face and groaned.  “Seriously?”
    “What?”  Elspeth looked at her.
    “You too?”
    “Me too, what?”
    Seeing the perplexed look on her
face, Mikki sighed.  “Nothing.”
    As usual, Elspeth didn’t push the
issue.  Instead, she sat on the edge of the boot and looked around.  “Isn’t
this great?  This mansion, the grounds, the isolation?”
    Sitting beside her, Mikki agreed.
“Totally awesome.”
    “I have such plans for this
place.”  Almost dreamily, Elspeth waved her hand around languidly.  “Horse
stables for riding in the countryside, a swimming pool for pool parties, some
horse and gigs for those wishing a more sedate ride, ponies, a little area
where we can have some orphaned ‘roos we can hand rear and release into the
paddocks along with some other rescue animals who need a safe haven but aren’t
able to be released into the wild -”
    “Are we talking raptors and such?”
    “No, dear, you know - orphaned lambs
brought up and unable to be released with the flocks because they’re so
humanised, cows, rescue animals.  Donkeys, things like that.  Animals that
perhaps the RSPCA need a good home for.”
    “Dogs and cats?”
    “Well, of course we need a couple of
cats around, and a dog or two.”
    “Can’t have a mansion without some
pets,” Mikki agreed.
    “And the mansion is big enough
that those with allergies won’t necessarily have to mix with the animals, hence
the swimming and such.”
    Mikki looked at her.  “And what is
the ‘and such’?”
    “Thought you’d never ask!  I’ve
had some ideas.”  Hopping off the back of the SUV, Elspeth grabbed Mikki’s
shirt sleeve and tugged.  “Come with me.”
    The ground was uneven in parts,
the old driveway