Crazy for the Competition
Hope Springs # 2
By: Cindi Madsen
Releasing June 9, 2015
Entangled Bliss
Crazy For The Competition
Hope Springs Series
The road to trouble is paved with sweet temptation…
Always the rebel in her ultra-conservative family, Quinn Sakata dreams of quitting her dad's real-estate business and restoring the old Mountain Ridge Bed and Breakfast in her hometown of Hope Springs. Except that Quinn's not the only person bidding on it. Worse still, her competitor is her high school crush, Heath Brantley, who is all kinds of ripped, tattooed hotness…
So much for her “nice, conservative boys” rule.
Heath has his own reasons for bidding on Mountain Ridge, and he won't give in without a fight—even to the red-lipped hottie with a sailor's mouth. But when their rivalry shifts into an unexpected zing of chemistry, Heath realizes he’s in deep trouble. Because it’s inevitable that emotions will get involved, and he needs to keep his eyes on the prize before they both get hurt.
Quinn
sat across from him, and they worked on shaping the wire. She passed
him tools and held things in place when he needed an extra hand. Here
and there she made a few half-mumbled noises that he took to mean she
wasn’t sure he was on the right path. She kept her word and let him
make the decisions, though.
After
a few minutes straining to see the tiny wire, he reached back and
pulled his glasses out of the workbench— he really only needed them
for intricate parts.
“Bloody
hell, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Quinn said.
He
looked at her, her features now extra crisp thanks to the glasses.
She had these cute freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her
bottom lip was between her teeth. “What?” he asked.
She
shook her head and swallowed. “Nothing.”
Really?
The glasses turned her on? Hell, he’d wear them all the time, then.
“What’s with the bloody? You turning British on me?”
“I’m
an equal-opportunity swearer.”
“Well,
Miss Potty Mouth, hand me the needle-nose pliers next to your feet,
please.”
She
picked them up and extended them to him. He let his fingers brush
across hers, testing how far he could milk this. “Can you hold
these two pieces together while I twist?”
Quinn
knelt next to him. She gripped the two wires, and he took the pliers
and twisted. Every time he turned the pliers, his forearm brushed her
chest, even when he tried to do the honorable thing and go from
another angle. The beating pulse at her neck called to him again,
begging to be kissed. She smelled amazing, too, a light vanilla scent
that invaded his senses.
“I’ll
be damned,” she said once he lowered the pliers. “It actually
looks like a butterfly. Look at you using your manly skills to spread
your wings and fly.”
His
lips trembled as he tried to keep a straight face—she kept him on
his toes, that was for sure. “One, never say that to me again, and
two, I told you I’d find a way—never doubt me, woman.”
“It
was a compliment. No need to get your wings in a bunch.” She
innocently batted her eyes, the amusement in them clear.
Oh,
she wanted to play? He could play. All day he’d held back, not
taking opportunities he would under usual circumstances, because she
wasn’t just any girl. She was in a different class and her family
already disliked him, she was Sadie’s best friend, and most
problematic of all, she wanted to take Mountain Ridge from him. But
between the flirting and the constant challenges she threw out, he
was done overthinking and worrying about making things complicated.
Letting
his instincts take over, he reached up and brushed the strands that’d
fallen free of her ponytail off her face. The amusement died, other
emotions taking over her features. Surprise and temptation—he could
work with both of those.
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