Page 16 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Yes. I don’t want you to keep skating and risk harming yourself further.”

“Well, I guess that would be all right.”

He couldn’t work out her accent. It was like she didn’t have one, which was bizarre.

Moving slowly, he placed his arm around her waist.

Why did she smell so good? He didn’t expect that.

Vanilla and something . . . what was it?

“What scent are you wearing?” he asked.

She stiffened slightly. “Oh, um, it’s just some cheap stuff. It’s vanilla and macadamia oil. Does it not smell good?”

“No, it smells very good.” He cleared his throat as he realized he’d basically just told her that she smelled good.

Smooth, Roman. Really smooth.

He moved toward the bench before he could say something else ridiculous.

Plus, he wanted to stop touching her.

Well, heshouldwant to stop.

“Good to know,” she said, sounding surprised.

The feel of her pressed against him was . . . amazing. He had to force himself not to take in more of her scent.

She was firm and lean. Was she too small? Did she get enough nutrition?

You’re one to talk.

You barely remember to eat.

Yes, he wasn’t very good at taking care of himself. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he couldn’t take care of someone else.

Perhaps he needed another focus other than his work.

Wait. Was he really thinking that?

He lived for his work.

Yes, and what do you have to show for it?

Bugger all, if he was honest with himself.

“Hey, are you all right?”

He startled and turned his head to find a pair of blue eyes staring up at him.

“Yes, of course. I’m fine. Do I not appear all right?”

“You just stopped and went quiet.”

“Bloody hell, my apologies.” He kept leading her toward the bench and then helped her sit. “I was having an epiphany.”

“An epiphany? While helping this idiot to a bench?” she asked in an amused voice. “That must have been some weird epiphany.”

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