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She stepped closer and John’s smile disappeared.
Instead of a short, sharp jab to his abdomen, she ran her hands across his shoulders and down his chest. She stopped at the buttons in front of her nose. “Some people find these types of situations really easy to deal with.”
John swallowed. “They do?”
Rachel nodded and took half a step forward. It was amazing what that small step did for her confidence. She could see John’s pulse jump in the base of his throat, hear his breathing speed up and match her own quick breath.
Before she lost track of why she was standing hip-to-hip with her boss, her hands moved again, stroking John’s chest through his shirt, creating havoc with both their heartbeats.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Rachel?”
She lifted her face to his, focused on what she was about to do.
“Unless you want me to kiss you, I’d suggest we stop this now…” When she didn’t move, he dipped his head close.
Just before their lips touched, she moved her hands to his ribs and started tickling him. He jumped backward, banged his arm on the doorframe, and said a word that Mrs. Daniels wouldn’t like.
“You really are crazy,” he said as she slipped past him and ran for the front door.
“Takes one to know one,” Rachel said over her shoulder as she threw the door open. “Tell Bella I’ll see her on Monday.” She turned to run outside and ended up plastered against a hard male chest.
A pair of vice-like hands lifted her back inside. “Everything okay in here, boss?”
Rachel blinked a few times before she figured out what had happened. “Tank?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Making sure you don’t go home.”
She stepped away from him and threw her arms in the air. “I don’t believe this. You can’t make me stay in this house.”
John kept his gaze focused on her. “I’ve already spoken with the local police, the FBI, and the CIA. They want you to stay here.”
Tank put his hand on the door handle. “I’ll leave you alone. If you need me, I’ll be outside.” He shut the front door and left Rachel with one less escape route.
She looked at John. His half-amused smile reminded her of a cat who knew a bowl of cream wasn’t far away. “You can get that smile off your face, John Fletcher. There’ll be no repeat of our up close and snuggly moment. I was trying to get away from you, not kiss you senseless.”
He sighed. “I’m getting too old for this.”
“For the first time tonight you’re actually making sense.”
“You think so?”
Rachel tilted her nose in the air. “I know so.”
He took a step forward. “Really? So how do you account for the blush on your face?”
Rachel put her hands to her cheeks and felt the heat of her bad girl actions. “It’s warm inside, that’s all. Now if you’ve finished annoying me for one night, I’m going to bed.”
John raised his eyebrows.
“Alone, so don’t get any funny ideas.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. If we were sleeping together, I’d have to tie you to the bedposts to make sure you didn’t strangle me during the night.”
Rachel always knew she had an over-active imagination, but the pictures inside her head were way too x-rated for even a bad girl. She ignored the wave of heat hitting her face and turned toward the stairs. “I’ll sleep in the same room that I did last time.”
John didn’t move or say anything.
She looked over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs. John’s heated gaze followed each step she took. Rachel smiled. She wasn’t much of a bad girl, but it looked as though John appreciated her efforts.
Rachel pushed the shopping cart down aisle three, then stopped to consult her list. “How many sets of Christmas lights do you think we need, Bella?”
Bella looked along the shelves. “Ten.”
Tank groaned from behind them. “No one needs ten sets of lights.”
Rachel held her hand to her ear. “My goodness, Bella. I think I heard the Christmas Grinch speaking.” She waved her hand at the shelves. “Hand me the lights you want and I’ll put them in the cart.”
Bella quickly chose an assortment of lights. “What’s next?”
“Tinsel.” Rachel pushed the cart down the aisle, turned right and sighed at the rainbow of sparkly tinsel lining the shelves.
“It looks cheap,” Tank said from behind her.
Rachel raised her eyebrows. “Is this pearl of wisdom coming from a man who wanted to buy a blow-up Santa for the front porch?”
Tank crossed his muscly arms in front of his chest. “He was six-foot tall and had glowing lights inside him. I know quality when I see it.”
“And we could have bought a matching reindeer,” Bella said with more than a tinge of disappointment in her voice. “He would have looked good on the porch.”
Rachel tapped her list. “Let’s focus people. We’re here for interior decorations—and for junior ears, that means decorations for inside the house. I don’t want to scare your dad before he walks in the front door.”
Tank picked up a bright red packet of tinsel. “I don’t like to burst your bubble, but he’s going to be mad whichever way you do it.”
Rachel plucked the tinsel out of his hand and threw it in the cart. “Thank you for your vote of confidence. We’ll have six more of those.”
“There’s ten-feet of tinsel in each packet,” he said.
“You’re right. You’d better make it ten packets.”
Bella giggled as Tank started stacking tinsel. “This is fun. Why doesn’t Dad like Christmas decorations, Tank?”
“You’ll have to ask your dad.” He looked around the store. “We’d better hurry if you want to put these decorations up tonight. It’s going to take me a couple of hours to hang everything.”
“Don’t forget the tree. I saw a ranch selling Christmas trees on the way into town.” Rachel walked along the aisle and pointed to the Christmas tree decorations. “What color do you want, Bella?”
“I want lots of colors. Can we have two of each?”
Rachel calculated how many decorations were hanging on each row, multiplied it by the number of columns, and decided they’d need at least two of everything. “You start down one end, and I’ll go down the other. Tank can be our stacker.”
Tank leaned forward. “You know I’m a bodyguard, don’t you? I’m not your personal shopper.”
Rachel patted his cheek. “Think of it as multi-tasking. If I have to stay in John’s home, then I’m going to make it look as though it’s Christmas. There isn’t one decoration anywhere.”
“Now we’ve got lots,” Bella said proudly. “These decorations are so pretty. Dad won’t know what to say.”
Rachel had a feeling that would be the case regardless of what they bought. So rather than buy one or two token decorations, she was going the whole way. The house would be so bright and shiny that John wouldn’t be able to find fault with anything.
“This is going to cost you a fortune,” Tank said as he took another two decorations out of Bella’s hands.
“Walmart never breaks the bank, and everything’s half price. You can’t go wrong.”
Tank muttered something under his breath as Rachel loaded her decorations into the cart. She looked at the number of decorations, then back at the cart. “We need more room. I’ll go and get another cart while you fill this one.”
“You aren’t going anywhere on your own. If you’re heading to the front of the store, we’re all going.”
“Isn’t that a little extreme? John’s not here now. I won’t tell him if you don’t.”
“I need to go with you.”
“But it’s such a short distance away. The longer it takes for us to talk about it, the sooner I could have been back here.”
Tank turned the cart around and waited for Bella and Rachel to walk with him. “Like I said. All for one and one for all.”
Bella danced beside Tank. “I know who said that. The Three Musketeers.”
He looked down at her and smiled. “You know your stories.”
“I love books. Dad says that I’m going to turn into a bookworm one day.”
A loud noise erupted from somewhere in front of them. Before Rachel could look over the aisles to see what was going on, Tank grabbed their hands and started running toward the back of the store.
“Keep your heads down and follow me.”
“What about our decorations?” Bella wailed.
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