Lethal Affair by Noelle Hart Page B

ripped
out the entire interior and started over from scratch. Done most of
the work himself with Lyle helping.
    Kylie allowed herself twenty seconds
of wallowing in envy, then got over it. She walked through the
kitchen and out the back door onto the deck, forcing Will to
follow.
    Outside the yard looked pristine. “You
have a gardener, Will?” she asked.
    “ Planted the beds myself,
but Buster does the maintenance stuff, both here and at the
diner.”
    She recalled the elderly man with a
glint in his eyes for Eileen, the mature receptionist. Kylie had
marveled at how they'd flirted with one another despite their
years. No age limit on love.
    “ He strikes me as a hardy
soul with a healthy appetite for your hostess.”
    “ Eileen. You've got a sharp
eye. He's been widowed for over ten years. Wife passed from cancer
and it broke him. Ended up a homeless man. We took him
in.”
    Kylie mentally penciled that onto her
list of Will's attributes but merely nodded her
approval.
    They made their way down the garden
path to the greenhouse. Stepping inside she immediately noticed a
rise in temperature typical of such structures, but here it was
highly humid. That could be both good and bad for plants, and there
was something amiss here as the ones Will had going were
struggling.
    She fingered a tomato leaf, turned it
over. “Ah. Here we go. You've got mildew. A common scourge. Easily
managed.”
    Will peered at the leaf. She turned
over more leaves, exposing the powdery looking white mildew
stains.
    “ What's the
cure?”
    “ Mix baking soda with water,
squirt in a little liquid dish soap, spray it on. Should do the
trick.”
    He nodded. “Gotcha. I'll take care of
it.”
    She moved over to the basil plants.
“See this? You've got yourself an epidemic. You'll need to spray
all the plants, even if you don't see any mildew
present.”
    “ Okay, got it.”
    “ You'll need to ventilate a
little better, create air flow. But this is pretty decent, Will.
You may grow a green thumb yet.”
    His grin was wide and sincere. “I
couldn't ask for more.” Well, yes he could. But he sensed this
wasn't the time or place.
    Oh what the hell, he decided, and
surprising them both took her hand, swirled her around so she faced
him and pulled her in close. His lips melded with hers and he felt
her immediate protest as she pulled away. She stared and chewed on
her bottom lip. Eyes still locked, she acted on instinct and gently
engaged the kiss again, tasting, nibbling. Devouring.
    Sensations crowded in, heat infusing
Will's entire body as it came alive. It was instant and fierce, the
clawing need for more testing his willpower. He had plenty,
normally. A gift of sorts. But beneath her exploratory venture into
his mouth, he'd picked up a strong vibe of taboo.
    Kylie pressed her length against his
and felt his insistent arousal. This had to stop. Now. Abruptly she
pulled away and stepped out into the hard sunlight. She'd tasted
sweetness and yearning with a hint of tempered impatience. It was
exactly what she'd expected and a laugh erupted as she realized
she'd been inadvertently leading him to exactly this moment all
along.
    Shame on her. Although the temptation
had been right there, ripe for the taking. Choices had been to
analyze or act. Her hormones had decided for her.
    He came out behind her looking
confused.
    “ I shouldn't have done that,
Will. There's something you need to know.”
    “ If you're going to hand me
a line about being a lesbian, I beg to differ.”
    “ I'm pregnant.” There, she'd
said it. Out loud. And felt a strong measure of regret that they
hadn't met under different circumstances.
    “ Jolene told me you're
single,” he sputtered. “Hell, Kylie, I wouldn't have touched you
had I known you have someone. I don't know what to say. You sure
don't look pregnant.”
    “ I just found out
recently.”
    He looked like he'd just sucked on a
lemon. “Who's the lucky guy?”
    “ No one you know. I'm
considering his marriage