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About Last Night...
Samantha Hunter
Miranda Carter needs to jump-start her love life. Or make that jump sexy Colin Jacobs. Her best buddy is the perfect man, but the studious prof needs some…encouragement. Like one uninhibited night in her bedroom–lingerie, toys and all!Colin is aching the next day, and the amnesia he's got from the bump on his head isn't helping. He and Miranda had a fantasy evening–uh, didn't they? So why can't he recall undressing such a sexy woman, or kissing every inch of her delectable body?So he'll just have to show up for a second night, and a third…and hope that this time it will be unforgettable for both of them.
Miranda stood in the candlelit bedroom
Clearly the room was set for seduction. Disbelief—and excitement—coursed through Colin. Was this the same Miranda he’d had snowball fights and pizza parties with when they were kids?
“Shh—no talking…” she said.
She approached him and he felt his groin tighten. The sheer gown she wore hid next to nothing, and he knew he’d have a hard time resisting her.
“Miranda…”
She stepped up close, her breasts grazing his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt. One hand slipped inside the garment and rubbed lightly over his chest. She had to feel the slamming of his heart against his ribs. “Maybe we should slow down….”
She smiled. “Well, we do have all night….”
Her breathing was shallow, and Colin knew she was as aroused as he was. His head was spinning as she peeled off the nightgown. He tried to speak, but the words came out as a groan.
Standing before him in only a silky thong, Miranda met his gaze with such desire, such openness…such passion. Yet he knew with painful clarity that if he let this happen they would regret it later.
He had to end this. Now.
Dear Reader,
It’s true that the best romantic relationships rest on a solid foundation of friendship, but what about when friendship becomes the biggest obstacle to romance? That’s the difficult situation Miranda Carter finds herself in, and her solution to the problem is unique, to say the least.
This book was a lot of fun to write. Writing about friendship and romance gave me opportunity to explore how the two can be a wonderful yet messy combination. Miranda has to figure out how far she is willing to go to get something—or someone—she wants. Who hasn’t made an impulsive decision and then had to dig themselves out of the resulting mess? And when the mess means you are having the relationship of your life with the guy you’ve loved forever, who wants out?
Miranda finds herself in over her head while involved in a fun and sexy romance with Colin, and she learns a lot about herself along the way. I hope you enjoy her journey as much as I did. Stop by my Web site at www.samanthahunter.com and drop me a note letting me know what you think of About Last Night….
Sincerely,
Samantha Hunter
About Last Night…
Samantha Hunter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
1
“SO WHEN ARE YOU GOING to jump Colin?”
Her friend Penny’s voice was loud, and the women sitting nearby in the beauty salon had ears like bats. Miranda Carter cringed, praying that Penny’s voice had been drowned out by the sound of the blow dryers and the salon’s Muzak. Otherwise, word would be out all over the small seaside city of Portland, Maine, that she was after Colin Jacobs even before her gold highlights took.
“Shh! Like that’s going to happen anytime soon. Or at all.”
“You can do anything you set your mind to. I have faith in you.”
Before Miranda could reply, Penny had pushed her whole head up under the dryer, so she wouldn’t be able to hear Miranda’s objections anyway.
Oh, well. It still felt good to be able to spend time with her friend and pamper herself. The highlighting was expensive, but she deserved a treat. It had been a tough year: she’d kicked it off by almost dying, and now she was opening her own business. Not to mention she was living back in Portland again after being gone for almost ten years. Sure, she’d come back for holidays and the occasional birthday, but she hadn’t lived here since she’d left for college. It was kind of weird. Nice, but she was still getting used to the idea.
She flexed her leg, stretching it as best she could in the chair. Penny’s head popped out again, her usually impish eyes concerned. “Leg hurt?”
Miranda nodded and rubbed it, gesturing to Penny to get back under the dryer. She was fine, the pain was just a residual effect of a compound fracture that was mostly healed but would take much more time to mend completely.
Six months ago she’d been in Denver, where she’d lived since graduating from Colorado State. She’d thought she knew the lower trails by Gray’s Peak well enough to risk a weekend hike by herself. A violent autumn thunderstorm had sent her sliding down a slippery slope, proving how wrong she was with a vengeance.
The accident had shaken her badly. The two days of struggling in the cold and rain were thankfully a painful blur. She’d dragged herself over the dirt and rock, searching for her cell phone to call for help, unaware of the extent of her injuries. Apparently she had passed out while trying to call 911, but the signal, though weak, had led an emergency rescue team to her.
When she’d awakened in the hospital her parents had been there, worried to death. When she was out of critical condition, she’d been transported back to Maine, where her folks had helped her to recuperate. At first she’d planned to return to Denver, but she discovered she’d missed Portland more than she’d thought.
Besides, there was nothing really keeping her in Denver. She’d ended a romance that was going nowhere a year before her accident, so there wasn’t anyone there waiting for her. But there was someone here in Maine, and that had influenced her decision to stay, though she wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to Penny.
Looking out the window at the fading snows of early April, she found it hard to believe her life had changed so much so quickly. She was almost completely healed and happy to be alive, period, but a near-death experience changed the way you looked at things, corny as it sounded. She deeply appreciated simple joys, like getting her hair done with her best friend, in a way she never had prior to the accident.
Her thoughts about things like falling in love felt more urgent. Though she’d always been one to try new things and believed in living life to the fullest, her accident had somehow unleashed a passion for living. That passion was particularly powerful when she thought about Colin Jacobs, and she wanted to do something about it—something that she’d failed to do such a long time ago.
The tumble down the side of the mountain had also shaken more than her romantic sensibilities. She’d been drifting through life, working odd jobs since college, not really knowing what she wanted to do. While in the hospital she’d had a lot of time to think about it, and she knew she wanted to make a difference. The sight of the big brown eyes that were the first thing she’d seen when the rescue team found her—the dogs had reached her first—had inspired her to open her own dog-training school.
It was surprising she hadn’t thought of it before. For years she’d been volunteering at animal shelters and with dog trainers, helping to train abandoned pooches to behave better so that they could find homes. She loved working with animals and was good at it. She read about animal behavior, but also followed her instincts, and she’d done pretty well. She’d never thought of combining that experience with her business degree.
Her own two dogs, Chuck and Lucy, were so well trained that people always commented on how nicely behaved they were, and she was proud of that. Not being one to move slowly, once the idea struck her, Miranda had practically cleaned out her bank account to open a small office close by the veterinary office where Penny worked in south Portland. Open for just a little more than two months now, she was receiving referral customers steadily. The accident had nearly killed her, but in many ways it had gotten her to focus on just what her priorities were.
Turning her attention again to the magazine she was holding, she smirked at the cover story—“The Total Seduction: A Five-Step Plan to Jump-Start Your Love Life (or Your Lover).” She didn’t even have a lover to seduce—yet—though she had plenty of fantasies rolling around in her lust-saturated brain. She knew that what she needed was a plan to make those fantasies reality. No more waiting around for love to happen.
Colin was an old friend, true, but he also could melt her bones with just a glance. His sparkling golden eyes seduced her constantly and he didn’t have a clue. But things between her and Colin were…complicated. At least for her. They’d known each other since kindergarten; they had a lot of history, and that history had a habit of getting in the way of something more developing between them. When she’d come home, it was very much like old times—she and Penny, Colin and Travis, all back together again. She saw Colin all the time; in fact, he’d helped her move her mammoth desk into her office. The four of them usually got together at least once a week. But he didn’t really see her as a woman, certainly not as a lover—just as his old pal Miranda. It was beyond frustrating.
The hairstylist returned, lifting the hot dryers off their heads. She checked under the foil, blessedly proclaiming them both “done.” Miranda grimaced inwardly. She hadn’t been done in quite a while. Looking down at the magazine, she knew that one way or another she was going to have to change that. And soon.
COLIN BARELY AVOIDED the ball that whipped by his face and smashed into the wall behind him. He nimbly ducked, swung around, sweeping his arm in a powerful arc that sent the small blue ball whizzing across the court and back at Travis, who made an expert corner play back in Colin’s direction. Sweat soaked his shirt, and he dragged the back of his fist across his forehead, squinting to focus. Travis was on a brutal tear, and Colin knew he wasn’t going to win this one.
Travis, recently returned from medical school in New York, was almost a full-fledged doctor now, and pulling long shifts in rotating departments at the hospital. Colin was amazed that his friend had time or energy for things like racquetball, but Travis never seemed short of energy.
Sometimes their games of handball were low-key, a friendly volley with casual conversation, and other times, like tonight, they were all-out war. Jumping up, Colin fiercely pursued the ball, slamming into the scuffed white wall but missing the shot by a hair.
“Ha! Game! You suck!” Travis had won and, in keeping with tradition, he continued with the humiliating “I won, you lost” song and dance around the court. Colin chuckled, thinking Travis’s dance was more embarrassing for himself than it was to Colin—not that Travis was ever embarrassed about anything.
Colin was competitive, too, and he liked to win, but tonight he’d just wanted to push his body to exhaustion to loosen tense muscles. Teaching psychology to undergrads at the university along with doing his own research projects often left him feeling like a spring that had been wound too tight by the end of the day. So he pursued several physical activities to unwind. The body had to be exercised as well as the mind.
He slumped down to the floor and watched Travis boogie around. Colin looked skyward after hearing giggles floating down from the ceiling. About a dozen female undergrads were watching them from the observation deck. He waved a tired salute, recognizing one of the faces from his freshman psych seminar, and the giggles increased. Great. Travis looked up and then extended a hand to him. Colin grabbed it, pulling himself up.
“They want you, man. They’re hot for teacher.”
Colin laughed and ducked as Travis chucked the ball at him, hitting the wall to his side.
“Yeah, right. I don’t think so.”
Travis smacked the ball again, glancing up at the girls. “Chicks that age dig older men, especially their professors. It’s all that power and mystery. Haven’t you ever been tempted?”
Colin jumped forward, swiping at the ball before Travis could hit it.
“Making time with a student? God, no. For one thing, I could lose my job, and for another, well, you know, it would be like you looking at your patients as prospective dates. I just don’t see them that way. They’re just students.”
Travis grunted as he lunged for the ball.
“I knew some students who dated professors in school. Seems like it goes on a lot, even though they have the so-called rules. Academic policy doesn’t really restrain human nature or raging hormones. Depending on the circumstances, I don’t see the problem with it, as long as it’s mutual.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not my thing. I prefer women my own age.”
“Graduate students, then?”
Colin grabbed the ball out of midair before Travis could pop it back against the wall and pinned his friend with an inquisitive stare. “Why all this sudden curiosity about whether I’m letching after my students?”
Travis looked up again, smiling at the girls, setting off another wave of bubbly laughter. “Just curious. I mean, look at them. They’re cute. It’s not the same as me with patients. My people are sick, and they are coming to me for help. That’s totally different. Even if you don’t do anything, I can’t believe you don’t look. I mean, even think about it.”
Colin rolled his eyes, giving in. “I might notice if they’re pretty, sure—”
“Ha! Dawg! I knew it!”
Colin chucked the ball at Travis, bouncing it off his forehead. “But I’ve never thought about a student in a sexual way. I like women who have lived a little, you know, who have more life experience.”
“I’m willing to bet some of those girls have had considerable experience.”
“Is your mind always in your pants? Or someone else’s?”
Travis laughed and shook his head. “Only when I’m off duty.”
“And only when you’re around Penny?”
Travis’s jaw dropped, and he stared at Colin. “Huh?”
“Well, it’s obvious you’re totally into her. Might as well come clean.” Colin grinned and watched Travis shift uncomfortably. He rarely got Travis on the ropes, and it was fun.
Travis didn’t answer right away as they exited the court, and Colin was even more intrigued. When he looked over, his friend’s face was as serious as he had ever seen it.
“Okay, yeah. I’m crazy about her. When I got back I asked her out once and it didn’t go well. She freaked, so I backed off and we never talk about it.”
“Why’d she freak?”
“I don’t know. She just got all stressed and I told her not to worry about it. Though now I wish I’d pushed it a little more. I guess it was because of her father leaving them, and her and her mom being on their own, or whatever. I don’t know. She can be crazy sometimes, but it’s cute.”
“You know it’s love when crazy is cute. How come you never said anything about asking her out?”
“I only like to brag about my conquests, not my rejections, dude. How about you? Any non-student hot-ties I should know about?”
They walked through the gym doors and grabbed towels from a fresh stack by the door. Colin sat down on the wooden bench, shaking his head.
“Too busy. I was seeing that woman I told you about in the anthropology department, Sophie, for a while, but she took off to Europe on a grant project, and since then, well, no one’s really caught my eye.” Except for Miranda, the little voice in his head taunted him. He ignored it.
“You know, I always thought you and Miranda would get together.”
Colin nearly choked as he heard the words come out of Travis’s mouth.
“Excuse me?”
They headed to the showers, and Travis shrugged. “No reason, just that it would be cool if we ended up as couples, you know, me and Pen and you and Randi. We would get married and then our kids would all play together like we did.”
Colin turned the shower on full blast, enjoying the wash of heat against his sore shoulders. “Maybe you and Penny could work, but Randi and I could never be more than friends.”
Travis tossed him the soap, his brow furrowed inquisitively. “Why not? Are you interested?”
Colin shrugged. “Even if I were, it’s out of the question.”
Travis shut off the water and grabbed his towel, cinching it around his waist. “Hey, if you want her, man, you should go for it. You guys would be good together. Randi’s a doll.”
