Undefeated (Unexpected Book 5) by Claudia Burgoa Page A

he says, taking a step with each word. “For the company.” Another three steps. “It was nice . . .”
    He’s in front of me when his voice trails and his eyes lock with mine.
    Shit, shit.
    His head tilts down. And yes, his mouth is soft when it touches my forehead. Warm as it trails down the bridge of my nose, caressing the tip and finally moving away before reaching my lips. Damn.
    “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He turns around and leaves, closing the door behind him. I touch my tingling mouth with the tip of my fingers.
    What happened?

A unt Molly helps me with the kids in the morning. By the time I come home from work Harper is ready to go to school. I walk with her to the bus stop and then head back home. The schedule we set up has been working well for the past three weeks. Every day I’m thankful that I have her. Today is no exception. Unless I count the shirtless guy coming down the stairs with messy hair that screams, I just rolled out of bed. He’s lean, yet each muscle of his is perfectly delineated under his tattooed skin. Is this the way his hair looks after fucking?
    My eyes widen after the question pops into my head. What is wrong with me? That kiss. The one that didn’t happen. It left me . . . wondering.
    “Good morning, Mac.” He grins and my heart skips several beats. My skin tingles. Wait, is he flirting with me?
    Fuck, what the hell is going on?
    As he steps closer, I spot a thin line of scar tissue on top of his clavicle. It travels down his chest, but the welt is masked by a dragon-snake tattoo. I can’t help it and I raise my hand, touching the fading mark with the tip of my fingers. “What happened?”
    He shrugs. “A car accident when I was four. I can’t recall the details, but I recall the doctors saying that if the glass had gone closer to the jugular . . . well, I wouldn’t be here.”
    “You were there when they died?” He nods. My hand moves to his square chin, peppered with a light stubble. His hands move on top of mine and the touch makes my stomach flutter. Fear of what’s going on between the two of us makes me snatch my hand and take a step back.
    He clears his throat, checking his wrist where the initials AJ are, and smiles.
    “Today is my day off,” Porter says. “Do you want me to come with you to Finn’s testing?”
    My eyes open wide, I pull my phone to check my calendar and realize that yes, today is the day. I found a place where they can test him and where they’ll only charge according to my financial abilities.
    “Let me eat a bowl of cereal and then I’ll go and get dressed,” he says, without waiting for me to agree to have him with me. Porter walks toward the entrance door and grabs a set of keys. “In the meantime, why don’t you put his booster seat in my truck.”
    “I can drive,” I tell him, staring at the keys.
    Wait, he has a truck?
    “I don’t doubt your capabilities, but let me help you today.” His words are firm and they reach every cell of my body. He sounds like a man who wants to take charge, be in control. With a relaxed smile and a sweet caress of his thumb along my jawline, he leaves me staring at him. Yep. I think he’s flirting indeed.

    I rest my head on the seat while Porter drives back home. They can’t diagnose my boy with anything specific. Other than recommending a place that costs a lot of money, where they can give him other tests that can give an accurate diagnosis, they helped with nothing. The fact that he lost his speech when he lost his father threw them out of their element. Maybe the first counselor I saw in Colorado was right about Finn and it’s his own way of grieving.
    “I wish I could lend you the money,” Porter’s voice draws me out of the funk, as my eyes flutter open, he pulls his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and his brown eyes stare at me full of concern. “We can start by using those booklets they gave you. Maybe it will drag out a word or two. He might not have