One Hot Night Old Port Nights, Book 1 (11 page)

He kept staring, and she finally blinked and spoke. “Hi.”

He was a bit taller than her five-nine, with an athletic build under the loose, casual clothing he wore.

It was an expensive brand, she noted. Of course.

What didn’t fit into the image were the shadows under his eyes; his skin was a bit pale, as well. Up too late partying? Not likely, if he was out of bed as early as she was in the morning.

A slash of dark hair that the wind kept blowing down over his face made his features all the more dramatic.

She looked him up and down. “On vacation?”

He smiled, as if the question was funny somehow. “In a way.”

What the heck did that mean?

“I wanted to come down and say hello. I’ve enjoyed watching your class. Leo Fischer,” he said, holding out a hand.

His accent was New York, not Boston.

She took his hand and foolishly caught her breath a little at the contact. He didn’t let go right away.

Leo shifted his stance, and she couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of strong thigh muscles moving under the light material of his shorts and how his tee pulled over his nicely shaped chest and biceps. A little tingle of something ran down her spine. She was a yoga instructor, attuned to people’s bodies, their movements, but this wasn’t professional interest.

“Nice to meet you.” His smile was genuine and changed his face, softening it and making him even more handsome. “Except that you haven’t told me your name.”

Jasmine smiled back, in spite of herself. “Jasmine.”

“Nice.”

“Thanks. Can I help you with something?”

He stared at her for a long minute, as if he didn’t understand the question, and then he blinked.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I wanted to ask about joining your class. I have a bad shoulder. I was in physical therapy for a while, but it’s still bothering me. I wondered if yoga might help.”

“How’d you injure it?”
Old football injury?
Too much jet-setting?

He looked like the sort who had a lot of money and spent it enjoying his leisure time. Probably his parents’ money. Jasmine knew the life; she had been on the same track way back when.

“Not exactly. It’s from a gunshot wound, actually.”

That stopped her thoughts cold.

“Wait—did you say you were shot?”

“Yeah. It’s healing up pretty well.” He pushed up the sleeve of his shirt to show her a fresh scar. “But the doctor said the impact caused some nerve damage. They wanted me in physical therapy for longer, but I needed to get out of the city for a while.”

“What happened?”

He shifted his stance, looking away from her. “You know, I’d rather not talk about it. I actually don’t remember much, anyway. Post-traumatic amnesia. Who knows, maybe yoga will help with that too, you think?” he asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

One Hot Night

Samantha Hunter

She’s been there, done that—but never with the sexy hockey player next door.

Old Port Nights, Book 1

Dating, marriage, divorce…Audra Leone has been there, done that. These days she’s focused on her antiques business and doesn’t need a man complicating her life.

Still, she can’t help but notice the flirty ex-hockey player who owns the sports bar next door, but he’s got two strikes against him. He’s her landlord, and he’s almost ten years younger—which puts Audra way outside the flock of twenty-somethings vying for his attention.

When Scott Beckett sees Audra hasn’t closed shop during a major snowstorm, he checks in on her—to find her shackled to a post. He’s more than happy to help and close the distance she keeps firmly between them. He’s well over his playboy days and hungering for something stronger, something lasting.

One spontaneous, bone-melting kiss leads to an explosive night of passion, and Scott realizes the quiet antiques lady is everything he craves. But it’ll take some doing—and maybe a disaster or two—to convince her to give forever a chance.

Warning: Contains a wounded heroine who’s put her heart on ice, and an ex-jock who still knows how to run interference on her defenses. Could have you wishing for snow in July.

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