Page 14 of Noble Neighbor
Embarrassed, she shot to her feet, turning away, butbefore she could … do? … say? … something, her girls arrived back. “Drink the Gatorade,” she instructed brusquely. “It’ll replace electrolytes, and for goodness’ sake, don’t get up yet. I’m going to get my washing off the line, and then I’ll drive you home.”
She had laundry to salvage. It was a far better use of her time than salivating over his impressive torso clad in a wet shirt.
Aah. And those corded thighs.
And she most certainly wasnotgoing to think that the bulge displayed behind his running shorts meant he was as … disturbed as she.
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Oliver discreetly pulled the wet towel over his hips. Now he had another fantasy to add to his shapely ass one — glorious, abundant, erect tits. His wife had beenslim, taking meticulous care with her body, and because it meant a lot to her, Oliver had supported her,even though he’d sometimes disagreed with her strenuous workout routine and strict diet.
He’d married young before developing a body type “preference” for women and never looked at another femalethatway after saying his vows.
But Sunny Jones? With her lush body and shapely posterior and magnificent breasts?
Oliver figured he knew where his preference lay.
But now was not the time to be thinking about the curvaceous woman stretching and bending as she went about a tedious chore with alacrity.
“Mommy means business, Mr. Oliver,” Molly told him sagely. “You’d better drink your Gatorade.”
Oliver gave the young girl a wry smile as he uncapped the drink.“Does Mommy often mean business, Miss Molly?” he asked, sharing a conspiratorial side-eye with her as he guzzled a few mouthfuls.
Molly nodded vigorously. “Yes. ‘Specially when we’ve been dis-bedent.” She sat her bum down and stuffed the corner of her sandwich into her mouth.
“Are you feeling better, Mr. Oliver?” Kenzie asked.
He turned to answer the older girl’s concerned question.“I’m feeling a lot better already, Kenzie.”
“I’m glad.” She chewed for a few moments, but Oliver could see the young girl was chewing on more than just food. “I got scared,” she finally admitted.
“Me, too,” Molly added.
Inwardly cursing, he apologized,“I’m so sorry, girls. I did a really stu— silly thing and made you worry. You girls were very sweet to help me. Thank you.”
“Mommy helped, too,” Molly added with a grin.
Oliver forced himself to look at Sunny. Of course, she had to be bending over the basket at that exact moment. Didn’t she possess any other clothes but tight tees and minuscule shorts? He squinted. Was that a bruise on the side of her leg? No, wait. It was part of a tattoo.
He licked his lips, suddenly parched. And not for water. Nor Gatorade.
“I was worried you’d go to the hospital, Mr. Oliver.”
The concerned comment jerked him from his vision of quenching his thirst on a drink of delectable woman to her daughter beside him.
“Oh, Kenzie.” Oliver felt like the biggest heel around. He should’ve risked running home. Then again, he’d’ve ended up in the hospital for sure if he had.
“But I suppose Clement’s got Mr. Frank to look after you. If Mommy went to the hospital, we’d have to stay by ourselves, because Uncle Aleck isfaraway.”
Uncle Aleck?“Who’s Uncle Aleck, Kenzie?”
She gave it some thought before shrugging. “He’s just Uncle Aleck. He looked after us last time Mommy went to the hospital.”
Hospital? Last time?“When was your mommy in the hospital?”
Kenzie shrugged again. “Long time ago.”
“I love Uncle Aleck.” Molly giggled. “He’s fun.”
