Get a Clue(113)By: Jill Shalvis
The second time she’d seen him had been when she’d opened a stock closet to grab something for maintenance, and had found him in there, leaning back against a shelving unit, a pretty blonde customer wrapped around him like a pretzel, straddling his hips. Bo had had his hand beneath her short skirt, doing things Mel had only been able to imagine.
In fact, she’d done just that for many, many uncomfortably sweaty nights afterward.
He’d been so cool, so typically laid-back. When she’d only stood there at the storage door, frozen in shock, Bo had lazily lifted his head, eyes heavy and sexy-lidded as he’d smiled that killer smile. “No worries. Just lock the door for me, darlin’?”
No worries. Right. She’d just lock the door. Only everything inside her head wanted to stay, wanted to beg, “Can I be next?”
That had so shocked her, the unexpected longing, that she’d lost it.
Which was her only explanation for why she’d blindly reached out, grabbed the first thing her fingers closed over—an air filter off a shelf—and . . . and beaned him on the head with it.
Not her proudest moment, but she blamed her red hair and the temperament that went with it. Dimi had always been warning her that someday the temper would catch up to the fire in her hair and that she was going to piss off the wrong person.
Only Bo hadn’t gotten pissed, he’d laughed.
Which in turn had made her feel stupid. God, she resented that.
The last time she’d seen him had been several months later, on the day his thieving, conning father had vanished.
The day her life had changed forever.
“Get out,” she said now.
That sexy little smile still in place, Bo slowly pulled out a folded piece of paper from the breast pocket of his white shirt.
She tried to read it but he held the document just out of reach, forcing her to lean in. As close as she was now, she could see his eyes weren’t a solid sea green, but flecked with gold specks. This close she could draw in the scent of him—one hundred percent male. This close she could read the paper:
A quit deed to North Beach. Her stomach dropped. “How did you—”
“I recently found a box of my father’s things, with a safe deposit box key.” His eyes were no longer smiling. “This was in there.”
He nodded curtly. “Yeah, that’s right, Mel. North Beach, and everything in it, is mine. Guess that means you, too.”