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.Gritting her teeth, Sarah brushed the quilt from her legsand inched off the bed, taking the subsiding dizziness as agood sign.She felt like a mess.A smeared scrape of mascaraon the back of her hand and a glimpse down at the rattytangles of hair over one breast, which had popped out of thepink-satin corset, only emphasized her disgust.By the time she'd painfully extracted herself from thecostume, gotten dressed and slipped on her shoes, she knewthe Universe hated her.Why else would it be driving asledgehammer through her head with each movement?Desperate, Sarah grabbed her purse and downed twoaspirins, dry.Unfortunately, she knew she'd never make itout of the house without tripping over her own feet if shedidn't sit down and give them a few minutes to kick in."Yowch!" She leapt off the bed, hand rubbing the stingingprick on her left butt cheek.That damned brooch! Nothing had gone right since themoment she touched it."You can take your lying lucky lovemagic, and." She snatched the silver pin off the bed andhurled it across the room."Whoa there, Slugger.Didn't know you were a pitchertoo."Mortification burned her cheeks as a smiling Harper rubbedhis T-shirted chest where the brooch had hit.He reached to the floor to pick it up."What do you haveagainst this thing anyway?"67Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnThankful he was assessing the brooch instead of her,Sarah turned away from the urge to run her hands throughthe thick hair of his bent head.Instead she crossed her armsover her chest."I've had nothing but bad luck since the oldHawaiian guy gave it to me."His chuckle rumbled through her chest, causing her heartto constrict.Why did he bother her so much? Why should shecare if she threw herself at him and he refused her? What wasit about him that had her body yearning to move closer?"Why? Did you trash his truck too?"There's my answer, right there.The smiling eyes fixed onher as if she were the only other person on earth, as if shewere something special; laughing, but at the same time,eagerly waiting to hear what she had to say next.Well, she'dsaid enough last night, that's for sure.Sarah winced at the memories, embarrassment makingher anger flare in self-preservation."No I didn't trash his truck.I saved his wife's life," shegritted."And the thanks I got was a piece of junk jewelry andthe worst night of my life." She took a step forward."Now, ifyou'll excuse me.I need to get out of here."He stepped aside and she was glad to pass him, to stopstaring at his amuzed lips.It was bad enough she still had thephantom imprint of their teasing kisses on hers."That might be a problem.""What might be a problem?" she asked, pausing at thekitchen doorway trying to remember if they came through thehallway or the living room when he walked her in last night."Just before you yelped."68Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnSarah spun on him."I did not yelp!" Her head screamed itsannoyance at the sudden move and she clenched her teeth,pointing to the brooch still in his hand."That thing stuck mewhen I sat down."She didn't realize her other hand rubbed the offended spotuntil his eyes shifted lower, following the motion.She refusedto believe the interested gander was for anything butamusement's sake and clasped both arms tight across herchest.When he simply stood there smiling down at her, shelet out a frustrated sigh."You mentioned a problem?"Harper used the brooch to point out the front window inthe living room."Your car isn't going anywhere.Sorry,Slugger, the Rabbit died."Sure, now that she wasn't throwing herself at him, it was'Slugger' again.Then the rest of his words hit home and sheflung her arms out.Unbe-freaking-lievable."You're notserious.Please tell me you're not serious."She waited for an answer but he wasn't even looking ather.Instead, his curious smile studied the brooch as hisbroad shoulders leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe asif this were any other normal Saturday morning conversationand her whole life wasn't turning into one big pile of shit!"Hello, over here," she said, waving her hand inaggravation.His smile grew on one side."Hey, these numbers.7-8-3-2-1-9.They're "Sanity snapped, Sarah swiped the brooch from his hand."Nothing! Absolutely nothing." She waved the cursed thingbetween them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]