Dirty Sexy Knitting by Christie Ridgway
By Christie Ridgway
End to the trilogy that began with the best way to Knit a Wild Bikini and get to the bottom of Me. Malibu & Ewe's proprietor, Cassandra Riley, is set to show thirty and desires to have fun along with her knitting membership and her newfound half-sisters, Nikki and Juliet, in a tremendous birthday extravaganza. yet with Juliet on her honeymoon and Nikki along with her fianc?, it kind of feels everyone's paired up-except for Cassandra. until eventually a chain of near-death injuries factors Cassandra to run instantly into the hands of the only guy she's shunned so much.
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The sudden sound of rushing water caused his arm to drop and his eyes to pop open. A shower noise, but he knew this place, owned it as a matter of fact, and the shower was in the attached bathroom. The door to it was ajar, the light inside was off, and he’d know if Cassandra was that close. Then, in the periphery of his vision, something moved. Oh, no. Oh, God. There was another shower; he knew that, too, because he’d installed its rainwater showerhead with his very own hands last summer. It was situated outside, against the side of the house a few steps from the pool, and that’s where his hostess was making her morning ablutions.
Lonely. The rain picked up, drumming harder against the roof and all three “kids” jumped. She’d taken them in last year during a torrential storm and they probably remembered what it was like to be wet and muddy and barely clinging to life. She couldn’t blame the cats for being spooked. Besides being brokenhearted, Cassandra felt a little twitchy herself. She wiggled her toes in her warm down slippers and rubbed her arms to smooth away her chills. Dark was approaching, the weather wasn’t abating, and with the road gone already, she had to be on the lookout for more evidence of mud slides.
Did I . . ” She shook her head. “No. Of course not. It’s just . . ” Now? Different now? He closed his eyes. That meant they’d done it, right? Inhibitions annihilated by too much alcohol, he’d gone ahead and seduced Cassandra, who had been on a self-selected celibacy kick as long as he’d known her. It was the only thing that had stopped him from refusing to let her leave the house that night she’d worn the tight dress and the new perfume. “Cassandra. ” One of her hands fluttered. “But last night .