Adamâs clothes made a messy trail across the floor; the tub was filled to the brim, the water perfectly clear. Five feet ten inches of presumably naked man was sunk into it up to his armpits.
With his eyes closed.
Loath to disturb him, but drawn inside nonetheless, Julia inched closer. Adam didnât move so much as an eyelash. She should wake him up, she thought, before his bones boiled down to jelly. Soon as she got a good long look.
The thought of all that exposed skinâwet, warm and maleâmade her fingers twitch. What would happen if she touched him? Very, very lightly?
She leaned over the tub, one hand extended, one finger unfurlingâ¦.
âWhat are you looking for?â His eyes were open. Electric. She sprang back, but his fingers were already locked around her wrist. She didnât try to escape. Why run when all she really wanted was to stay?
His quiet question hung in the air. What are you looking for?
âYou,â she said. For the past ten years.
Dear Reader,
When I began writing Smooth Moves (Harlequin Temptation Heat #839), I wasnât thinking of doing a spin-off book. But as I developed Zack Brodyâs story, his somewhat mysterious brother Adam became a large part of the plot, even though he remained offstage. Then Julia Knox popped up, hinting at her history with Adamâwhat did happen on the night of her eighteenth birthday?âand I knew there was another story to be told.
So here we go again! Zack and Cathy are getting married. The admiralâs on hand, along with the Heartbroken, and youâll get to read more about the Brody family, too. Would I forget Lauren? She deserves a âspecialâ hero of her very ownâ¦though some might call him her comeuppance.
Welcome back to Quimby!
Carrie
P.S. I love to hear from readers. Please write to me in care of Harlequin, through www.temptationauthors.com, or by clicking on my name in the author pages at www.eHarlequin.com.
Books by Carrie Alexander
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
689âBLACK VELVET
704âA TOUCH OF BLACK VELVET
720âBLACK VELVET VALENTINES
839âSMOOTH MOVES
HARLEQUIN DUETS
25âCUSTOM-BUILT COWBOY
32âCONTERFEIT COWBOY
38âKEEPSAKE COWBOY
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
20âPLAYING WITH FIRE
âTHIS IS THE BEST IDEA youâve ever had,â Julia said, trying to convince herself. She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to muss the spread, and folded her hands in her lap. âQuit fussing. Just sit and wait. Heâll be here any minute.â
A bottle of the most expensive champagne she could affordâfifteen dollarsâwas chilling in the motelâs plastic ice bucket. Red roses were positioned on the mirrored bureau so that the reflection made the bouquet seem doubly extravagant. Sheâd brought along every candle she could scrounge up and had placed them all around the room, giving the anonymous space a romantic glow. Sheâd even bought a box of condoms and put on the sexiest lingerie she ownedâa peach silk robe and matching slip-style nightie.
The minutes ticked by. Julia tightened her threaded fingers. When her stomach fluttered, she told herself it was nerves, not misgivings.
The stage was set. She knew what she was doing.
Complete physical intimacy was the next step in a logical progression.
It was time for her to make love with Zack Brody.
Ten years later
EVEN AT THE BEST of times, Adam Brody didnât care for wedding receptions. The clamoring crowd, the overabundant feast, the cloying scents of flowers, perfume and aftershaveânot his style. But it was clear that rock-bottom bad had been achieved when the maid of honor walked up to him and said, âI want to defy death.â
The wedding had gone off without a hitch. And, really, Adam had nothing to complain about, considering that heâd tolerated far worse ordeals. Like three months in a hospital bed flat on his back. Heâd been managingâaside from his stint as toastmaster generalâto fly below the radar of most of the guests.
That is, until Julia Knox made her big pronouncement.
Adam nearly swallowed the toothpick from the little sugared grape and melting cheese thingamabob heâd just popped into his mouth. The Quimby Woodwind Trio was playing a reedy rendition of âSunrise, Sunset,â which meant his slow torture was almost over. He was one round of goodbyes away from freedom.
First heâd have to deal with Julia. Of all the words heâd imagined she might say when they met again, âI want to defy deathâ werenât among them.
Carefully he removed the frilled toothpick from his mouth. âPardon?â
âI want to defy death.â She looked straight at him with serious hazel eyes. Julia was almost always serious. Which was why he couldnât fathomâ
âTeach me how,â she said. Forcefully. Without blinking. As if she werenât wearing several hundred dollars worth of tulle and a floral headpiece that made her look like Heidi of the Alps.
Weddings did strange things to womenâs heads, inside and out. After Adamâs one brush with the phenomenon had ended in catastrophe across the board, heâd renewed his policy to avoid contact with marriage-minded females whenever possible. The fact that his older brother, Zack, was todayâs groom and that heâd played the best man had necessitated some pretty fancy footworkâespecially for a gimp. Luckily Zack understood, having endured three solid months of his fiancéeâs obsession with color matching, ribbon tying and invitation lists.