Tossing the Caber (The Toss Trilogy) (17 page)

BOOK THREE OF THE TOSS TRILOGY:

TOSSED and TUMBLED

excerpt

Tammy dug her keys out from the bottom of her bag and unlocked the door. Early morning clouds promised rain and left the lobby dark, but a rectangle of light shone into the hallway from Daniel Smith’s office.
Drat. What’s he doing here?

No matter. She could slip into her seat and get to work—he needn’t even know she was there.

No.

He might want to pretend she didn’t exist, but she wasn’t going to play along. One of them had to behave like an adult. She walked down the hall and stepped into his doorway to say hello. 

“Good morning” died before it left her lips as she stood and stared. Daniel’s desk lamp was on but he was asleep, his head pillowed on folded arms and his torso bare. A rumpled dress shirt hung over the back of one of the office chairs. In the lamplight his skin looked smooth and warm
.
Her palms tingled, wanting to glide over the firm muscles.

Her eyes followed
the scrollwork of his tattoo. Broad arcs of black ran from the side of his neck, across his shoulder, and wrapped around his bicep. She stepped closer, tilting her head to follow the design as it swirled toward his chest, but her view was blocked. His scent drifted towards her, warm, male, and golden, like amber heated in the hollow of a hand.

This is insane. Step away.

Drawn to him beyond reason, her body ignored the command, and her gaze shifted to his face. A heavy shadow of beard darkened the side of his jaw. Long lashes rested upon his cheekbones, tempting her to touch. His lips looked firm and strong, like the lean. long-fingered hand stretched on the desk before his face. She imagined those fingers touching her flesh. Waves of contraction tensed her abdomen and her nipples hardened.

Shifting his shoulders, Daniel muttered in his sleep.

Tammy’s breath caught, and she backed away feeling her face burn. He would despise her even more if he caught her staring at him.

Not that she cared what he thought. But discretion was appropriate in the workplace. As quiet as a ripple on a still lake, she tiptoed back to her desk and immersed herself in work.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 

Susan Craig has been married to the love of her life “forever and not nearly long enough.” Scientist, teacher, pizza-lover, mom and writer of both fiction and nonfiction, she was raised in Missouri but has also lived in Illinois, Nebraska, and California. Susan currently resides with her husband and Tanner, the dog, in Austin, Texas.