Six Degrees of Desperation (Dirty Tricks) Page 7

  Grant leaned on his saddle, apparently in no hurry whatsoever to groom his own horse or end the current conversation. "I don’t see how you do it."

  "Do what?" As far as Ed was concerned, Grant talked too much. If he wasn’t the boss, he’d probably tell him so. Hell, he might anyway.

  "I don’t know how you can keep your hands off her."

  For the past six months, Ed had been fighting that very urge. "Grant, you talk too much." His hands ached to get hold of Kendall and touch her in ways that had nothing to do with brotherly love.

  Grant laughed out loud, then continued to rub it in.

  Much to Ed‘s agony.

  "With that body and those boobs, the temptation would kill me."

  "Resist, or I might just have to kill you. And I’d hate to lose my job because I killed the boss." Ed tossed the saddle onto a nearby saddle rack and grabbed a brush from the shelf, eager to get the task done and get home.

  When Grant made no move to remove his horse’s saddle, it was all Ed could do not to throw the brush at the man. With quick, calming strokes, Ed curried his gelding, refusing to respond to any other conversation from Grant.

  "Okay, okay, I get the hint." Grant finally turned toward his saddle and removed the strap around the horse’s belly. "I’m just saying you’re a better man than I am."

  Ed snorted. As he ran the brush over the horse’s hindquarters, his cell phone vibrated his back pocket. He pulled it out and clicked the talk button. "Yeah."

  "Ed?"

  Every red blood cell leaped to attention at the sound of Kendall’s voice. Then they all sped south to pool in his groin. Grant had it right. Keeping his hands off Kendall was only half his problem. Keeping his mind off her had become an impossibility.

  "What do you need Kendall?"

  "When are you coming home? I have a project I need your help on."

  "I’m not much good with school projects. Get one of your classmates to help you out."

  "I would, but I’d rather you help me on this one. It’s special and you’re my best choice," her breath whooshed out slowly before she continued, "the only man I trust."

  Ed sucked in a deep breath, his imagination running rampant over the close quarters they’d be working in. He couldn’t do it. No way. Just tell her. "I’ll be home in fifteen minutes."

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  Chapter Five

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