The Love Laws by Tamara Larson Page A

been thrown out of that particular
organization for compromising a girl scout or possibly leading a panty raid. He
seemed like a complete douchebag to her, a superhot douchebag, but one without
a lot of other redeeming qualities.
    But
she trusted Duncan’s judgement enough to suspect that there was more to Kevin
than what she was seeing. Despite his questionable behavior there was also
something in his eyes that suggested there might actually be a decent guy
underneath the womanizing exterior. Not that she cared.
     Besides,
she refused to be responsible for ending a twenty-five year friendship. Even if
Kevin totally deserved it. So, she would make nice and try to bring the two men
together again. Whatever it took.
    Pasting
on a huge, fake smile she checked out her reflection in the mirror again. She
looked a bit like a crazed beauty pageant contestant, but at least she no
longer resembled a pinch-faced DMV employee.
    With
a shake of her hair she exited the rest room, tugging down on the hem of her
too-tight skirt to ensure she wasn’t flashing anymore thigh than absolutely
necessary. She was so preoccupied with her primping that she nearly smashed
into the large, familiar body parked in the middle of the corridor leading back
to the pub’s main room.
    Her
heart took a rather sharp leap and then she felt an enthusiastic flutter
between her legs when she saw the object of her lust smiling down at her with
undisguised admiration. With some difficulty she managed to firmly ignore her
body’s ill-advised elation at seeing him again so soon.
    “Kevin,”
she cried, pushing away from his wide chest with both hands. She was surprised
to note that he removed his hands from her waist immediately without even
attempting a half-hearted grope. “What are you doing here? I thought Duncan
escorted you from the building.”
    Kevin
ducked his head, looking more than a little embarrassed. “He escorted me back
in after I sobered up a bit and got my shit together.”
    “It’s
been, what? Forty-five minutes since you were pounding down tequila.” She
glanced down at her watch. “And you’re now miraculously sober? And
well-behaved?” She challenged, trying to dodge around him, but he stubbornly refused
to move out of her path. His large frame almost entirely blocked the exit, but
in the most delicious way imaginable. To get past him there was no escaping the
fact that her curves would be forced to come into contact with the hard angles
of his body.
    The
possibility of rubbing herself against him gave her an involuntary thrill. She couldn’t
deny that she was wildly attracted to him which was exactly why she needed to
keep her distance. If she touched him she couldn’t see how she’d be able to hide
how completely undone she was by his irresistible physical presence.
    “Not
entirely. But probably as close as I get lately,” he said with a disarming
grin.
    “Great.
I’m happy you can see straight again. Now, can I kindly get by?” She asked,
raising her eyebrow in a gesture that was supposed to intimidate him but only
seemed to make his grin widen.
    “Nope,”
he said, crossing his arms over his mouth-watering torso.
    Despite
herself, she felt her lips quirk up in an answering grin. He was just so
ridiculous. Sober or not, did he actually think he could trap her in the
bathroom? He’d closed the long, velvet curtain separating the bathrooms from the
main pub, but did he really expect that flimsy barrier to discourage bar
patrons from intruding on this little scene?
    Trying
to sound annoyed, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and glared at him. “Nope?
What do you mean? Nope? Are planning on keeping me prisoner here in the
hallway? Nice plan. This is a drinking establishment. Eventually someone is
going to have to relieve themselves.  And they’ll probably notice that you’ve
commandeered this space and come to my rescue. So maybe it would be better if
you just let me out now. Unless, of course, you want Duncan to