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Every Road to You
Phyllis Bourne
His business is her pleasureBeauty’s about more than just appearance—it’s a state of mind. And at the helm of Espresso Cosmetics’ spa division, Tia Gray gives clients makeovers of a lifetime. After an inspiring transformation, a runaway grandmother takes off for Vegas on the back of a motorcycle. But persuading the woman’s powerful, sexy grandson that this trip is a rite of passage isn’t going to be easy…Esteemed lawyer Ethan Wright is convinced that he knows best. But a spur-of-the-moment road trip with Tia to find his grandmother, and all the wild mishaps they encounter along the way, show him just how irresistible passion—and Tia—can be. Is he willing to give into the hidden desires of his heart?
His business is her pleasure
Beauty’s about more than just appearance—it’s a state of mind. And at the helm of Espresso Cosmetics’ spa division, Tia Gray gives clients makeovers of a lifetime. After an inspiring transformation, a runaway grandmother takes off for Vegas on the back of a motorcycle. But persuading the woman’s powerful, sexy grandson that this trip is a rite of passage isn’t going to be easy.…
Esteemed lawyer Ethan Wright is convinced that he knows best. But a spur-of-the-moment road trip with Tia to find his grandmother, and all the wild mishaps they encounter along the way, show him just how irresistible passion—and Tia—can be. Is he willing to give in to the hidden desires of his heart?
“Tell me,” he said, struggling for the smooth, polished words that never eluded him in the courtroom. Failing to find them, he simply asked, “Is it just me?”
“No,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to taste you, too.”
Ethan’s eyes never left hers as he placed his drink on the table and then took hers from her hand and set it next to his.
He leaned in and she met him halfway. Their lips brushed in a tentative kiss. The contact lasted less than a second, but answered the other question that had plagued him since she’d met him at the door.
Yes, her peach-slicked mouth tasted as good it looked, he thought. Better.
Tia moaned softly and her lips parted. Fueled by the breathless assent, Ethan threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer. He brought his mouth down on hers, and his tongue plundered the depths of its honeyed sweetness. She tasted like peaches. An exotic fragrance clung to her skin, reminiscent of jasmine and hot summer nights.
Ethan didn’t want to analyze it. All he knew was he couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent. Of her.
Tia’s hands gripped the collar of his shirt and tugged.
PHYLLIS BOURNE
is a native of Chicago’s South Side and began her writing career as a newspaper crime reporter. After years of cops and criminals, she left reporting to write about life’s sweeter side. Nowadays her stories are filled with heart-stopping heroes and happy endings. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found at a makeup counter, feeding her lipstick addiction. You can find her on the web at www.phyllisbourne.com (http://www.phyllisbourne.com) and www.facebook.com/phyllisbournebooks (http://www.facebook.com/phyllisbournebooks).
Every Road to You
Phyllis Bourne
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader,
Who doesn’t love a road trip?
You start out with high spirits, tasty snacks and a hankering for the open highway. An hour into the journey (or when the snacks run out), you’re trapped in a tight space, antsy, irritated and bored.
As a romance novelist, I found the idea of two strangers stuck together on a road trip irresistible and ripe with possibilities for comedy, fun and love.
I hope Every Road to You makes you laugh as much reading it as I did while writing it.
All my best,
Phyllis
I’d like to thank attorney Stephen E. Grauberger
for answering my legal questions.
Any mistakes are mine alone.
For Farrah Rochon and Patience Barton Moore, when it
comes to brainstorming and friendship, you ladies rock!
And, as always, for Byron, you are my everything.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#u597627fa-4657-53ac-b924-516e6e1979b5)
Chapter 2 (#u84520f0f-08f7-5b3e-9325-e58b9a00f401)
Chapter 3 (#ud219817e-8d74-55d2-8737-1c165679037a)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
If Ethan Wright weren’t so furious, he’d laugh.
The muscle-bound receptionist spreading tattooed arms across the closed door should be on a football field sacking quarterbacks, he thought, not shielding the posh offices of a day spa.
“I’ve already told you. Ms. Gray isn’t available,” the wall of a man reiterated. “If you’d just let me make you an appointment, she’ll see you early next week.”
Standing well over six feet, Ethan rarely looked up at anyone. But as he craned his neck to meet the guy’s glare, he didn’t miss shoulders spanning the width of the doorway or fists the size of sledgehammers.
Regardless, Ethan intended to see Tia Gray.
Now.
“I’m not leaving until I talk to your boss.”
If Ethan had come here for any other reason, the giant glowering down at him might have deterred him, but this couldn’t wait. He flexed his fingers and mentally prepared for what was sure to be the unpleasant task of removing the man from his path.
Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. The receptionist blinked first and ran a beefy hand over his shaved head. Ethan heard him sigh, and he silently exhaled right along with him, relieved the brief standoff had ended without any bloodshed, namely his blood.
“Ms. Gray was on an important call. I’ll see if she’s done.” Turning his impressive girth to the door, the man hesitantly cracked it open and poked his head inside.
Give me a break, Ethan thought. This wasn’t the Oval Office. The executive on the other side of the door ran a chain of day spas, not the free world. He couldn’t imagine her having to discuss anything more vital than the latest innovations in face goop.
Ethan reached past the burly barricade, shoved the door wide open and strode through it. Finding the chair behind the frosted-glass desk empty, he scanned the room for the busybody responsible for upsetting the balance of his well-ordered life. Not to mention threatening to ruin his first vacation in years.
He spotted a woman standing near a corner window, partially hidden by waist-high potted plants. She was talking on the phone.
Ethan immediately stalked toward her. The sooner they had it out, the quicker she could get busy fixing the shit storm she’d stirred up.
“Cole, this static is awful. I can barely hear you,” she shouted into the phone.
Tia Gray stepped away from the potted shrubbery, the movement allowing Ethan an unencumbered view. His gaze swept over her, caught and held.
Ethan’s sure steps faltered. The obstacle at the door was nothing compared to the one confronting him now—his weakness—a great pair of legs. And the woman before him possessed the sexiest he’d ever seen.
Ethan stood transfixed. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his suddenly dry throat as his gaze involuntarily slid up the endless length of the legs before him, taking in trim ankles and shapely calves along the way. He didn’t stop until her dress hem brought the delectable glimpse of toned thighs to a regrettable end.
Apparently, having noticed him standing there, she covered the phone receiver with her palm. “What is it, Max?” she hissed at the receptionist. “You know this call is crucial.”
Her tone snapped Ethan out of his gam-induced trance. He retracted his eyeballs into their sockets and pushed from his mind illicit thoughts of those legs dangling over his back. He was here for a reason and it wasn’t to ogle this interfering troublemaker.
Moving closer to the woman in just two steps, Ethan plucked the phone from her hand.
“There’s nothing more important than the conversation we’re about to have, Ms. Gray,” Ethan said, disconnecting the call.
Her peach-glossed mouth dropped open in surprise. “D-do you realize how long it took me to track down the person on the other end of that call?” she sputtered.
“You should have thought about that before you stuck your nose in my business.”
“Your business?” Her words were more of a question than a statement. “I don’t even know you.”
Gargantua sided up to his boss. “Sorry, Tia. I was only checking to see if you were still on the phone.” He cast a scowl in Ethan’s direction. “I didn’t expect him to barge in here.”
She patted the man’s massive forearm. “Relax, Max. It’s not your fault.”
“I’ll try to get your brother back on the line.” The receptionist inclined his head toward Ethan. “After I see him out.” A series of pops sounded as the big man rolled his head around his thick neck and stepped toward Ethan.
“You’d better call off your secretary,” Ethan warned.
The man shuddered, visibly affronted. “I’m not a secretary,” he snapped. “I’m Ms. Gray’s executive assistant.”
Yeah, right, Ethan thought. And nowadays truck drivers called themselves freight-relocation specialists, and the guy he’d hired to paint his house last year used the title color-distribution technician. “I’m not going anywhere until I speak to your boss,” he said.
Tia stood between them and held up her hands in a halting gesture. “I think we all need to stand down,” she said. “Let’s take a few deep breaths and then reconnect?”
“Recon... What?” Ethan asked.
“Calm down so we can straighten out what I’m sure is simply a misunderstanding,” she translated.
Ethan looked on in astonishment as Beauty, along with the Beast, inhaled a gulp of air and blew it out with a whoosh. They did it again. And again.
He glanced at his watch. “You two about done?”
“Please, join us,” she said. “Deep breath in through your nose and out of your mouth.”
Ethan blew out a breath, all right. A long, frustrated one. In his grandmother’s nonstop chatter about Tia Gray lately, she’d omitted the fact the woman was a certified fruit loop.
“Now, don’t you feel better?” she asked.
Before he could answer, she turned to her gigantic minion. “Max, I’d like you to go down to the relaxation room and bring our guest and myself some of our tranquil tea.”
“But he’s no guest, not the way he shoved his way—”
“Regardless—” she cut off the protest “—he’s here now. So please bring the tea.”
The man nodded once, glaring at Ethan as he left the room.
“Ms. Gray,” Ethan began.
“Tia,” she interrupted. “And you are?”
“Ethan Wright,” he said.
“Have a seat. Max will be back with our tea momentarily.” She walked behind the glass desk and sat in the white leather executive chair. “Your name sounds familiar. Have we met before?”
“No, but you know my grandmother, Carol Harris.” Ethan continued to stand. He crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s the reason I’m here.”
“Carol? Is she okay?” Concern creased her perfectly symmetrical features, and Ethan reluctantly noted her legs weren’t her only pretty feature.
“She’s fine, at least physically,” he said, the outrageous encounter with his grandmother earlier this morning stoking his annoyance. “But thanks to you, she’s gone off the deep end.”
Ethan heard a clinking noise and looked around to see that the receptionist, no, rather her executive assistant, had returned bearing a dainty tea service that looked almost comical in his oversize mitts.
