You Sexy Thing!. Tori Carrington

      Clutching the phone to his ear, he turned to watch her walk by. Her form-fitting white tank top skimmed over generous breasts. And her very short skirt fit across her pert little bottom.

      Dylan nearly dropped the cell phone when it stopped ringing. “Hello.”

      “Hi—”

      “You’ve reached the residence of…”

      He yanked the phone away from his ear and stared at it. He’d fallen for it again. Turning from where Grace watched him curiously, he finished listening to Diana’s directives, then left a brief message outlining where he was and where she could get a hold of him. When he glanced back at the table, he found Grace had unpacked the food she’d brought along and sat inelegantly munching on a chunk of fresh French bread. “Phone tag, huh?”

      Dylan stepped to the table and tossed his cell phone back into his open briefcase. “Yeah.”

      She tucked her long, curly red hair behind her ear and smiled up at him. “Always fun.”

      Dylan’s gaze was still plastered to her ear and the hair she had tucked behind it. Diana’s hair was blond and short and neat. Gracie’s was red, curly and…wild. Still, he’d never stared at Diana’s hair this way. “Yeah…fun.”

      She didn’t seem to notice his inattention and her smile took on a decidedly teasing quality. “Hope it’s not anything important.”