Page 162 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“I’ve heard all about you two.” Harper’s voice jerked Marc’s stare away from Keith and he grinned at the American.

“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow. “From who?”

“Ronnie.”

Marc smirked. “Ahh. None of it good, I bet.”

A faint pink tinged her cheeks. She shifted her feet, her gaze moving between him and Keith. Her teeth caught her bottom lip.

Marc continued, “Don’t believe everything you hear, Ms. Shaw. We’re not that?—”

“So who’s going to try to kiss me first?”

“That’ll be me.” Keith’s voice cut through Marc’s shock at Harper’s unexpected question.

Before Marc could utter a word, Keith spun on his heel, destroyed the distance between the foot of the bed and the American, wrapped one arm around her waist and hauled her against his body.

He cupped her jaw in his free hand, traced her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and then, as Harper gazed up at him—an expression close to amazement on her face—lowered his head and claimed her mouth.

Raw lust detonated in Marc at the sight of his best mate kissing the towel-clad woman. Hot and absolute. He bit back a groan, a surge of liquid steel flooding into his cock. His reaction stunned him. Left him reeling.

He’d seen Blue kiss more than one woman, but there was something about the sight of him kissingthiswoman that was so fucking hot to watch.

What did that mean?

Harper’s soft whimper sent fresh heat to his dick. Eyes closed, she leaned into Keith’s embrace, and Marc couldn’t miss the roll of her hips. Nestling her sex closer to his best mate’s groin.

Keith groaned, his hand bunching the towel at the small of her back, his other skimming down the column of her throat, over her bare shoulder, down the curve of her breast trapped beneath pink cotton.

Marc swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. Holy. Fuck.

Harper whimpered again, snaking her arms up around Keith’s shoulders, her hands burying in his hair at this nape. It sent his hat tumbling off his head to fall at his feet.

It also broke the concentrated rapture of the moment. Keith burst out laughing against Harper’s mouth, his chuckles echoed by hers as he stumbled back a step.

“How was that?” he asked, bending at the waist to scoop his hat from the floor.

“That was,” Harper cleared her throat, flicking Marc a look, “not at all what I was expecting.”

“That good, ’eh?” Keith placed his hat back on, a crooked grin on his lips. Lips still glistening from the kiss. He slid his stare to Marc for a heartbeat, and if Marc hadn’t known him so well, he would have missed the expression in his eyes.

Hunger.

Marc’s already racing heart beat faster.

He’d never seen that look in Keith’s eyes after a mere kiss.

Ever.

Chapter3

“So whoisthe boss then?” Harper looked up from tidying the small collection of art supplies she’d been using during her first day teaching the Farpoint class, giving Annie Prince a frown. “I’ve heard the cowboys call Mrs. Sullivan ‘boss’, Hunter ‘boss’ and the brother who’s not here—what’s his name…Dylan—‘boss’. Which one is it?”

Annie laughed. “Don’t call them cowboys. They don’t like that.” She plucked a paintbrush from the long table the students had been sitting at during their craft time and fanned its bristles with her thumb. “Technically I guess it’s Hunter and Dylan.”

Harper still couldn’t believe she was in Annie Prince’s presence. Talking to her. The daughter of one of America’s richest men. While inAustralia.

“But when it comes to the last word on Farpoint, no one, not even the brothers, are going to argue with Hazel.”

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