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Golden Decade of Rock and Roll
The Wild Rose Press
October 2010
On Sale: October 6, 2010
Featuring: Sydney Thomas; Aaron Baker; Julie Jamieson
93 pages
ISBN: 0043315534
EAN: 2940043315533
Kindle: B003552TLA
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Aaron, in turn, picked up the remnants of their bagel
feast and followed close on her heels. Too close. When
Sydney turned from the sink, he was there. Face to face.
Breath to breath.
He surprised her completely when he said, "You should
wear your hair down more often."
"Excuse me?" she stammered, totally caught off guard by
the very personal comment.
"It's," he began, only to pause long enough to close his
fingertips around an errant strand. "It's absolutely gorgeous."
Sydney closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting
Aaron's touch sink into her senses. The gentle tug of his
fingers as he stroked the strand of hair made her scalp
tingle. When she opened her eyes, their gazes met. Reaching
up, she pulled her hair from his grasp. "Don't, please."
"I'm sorry, Sydney. I shouldn't have done that."
She wanted to tell him that she hadn't minded at all,
that his touch was welcome. Yet, she couldn't bring herself
to voice her forgiveness. Turning away, she said instead,
"You'd better get going and take those notes and pictures to
your friend."
Expecting that he'd do just that, she was surprised when
she felt the weight of his hands against her shoulders.
Slowly, he turned her back to face him.
"I don't want my faux pas to put an unnecessary wall
between us."
"It hasn't," she told him honestly. Looking up to meet
his relieved gaze, she admitted, "I'm just a bit
self–conscious about my crazy hair."
"Crazy? How can you say that? It's beautiful. Like I
said, you should wear it down more often."
"Right. A jury would take one look at this unruly gaggle
of curls and wonder why I hadn't bothered to brush my hair
before I came to court."
He laughed. "You'd certainly have them distracted."
"I prefer to win my cases on merit, not on distraction."
"Spoken like a true winner," he teased.
"And that's just the way I intend to stay."
Aaron slipped behind the wheel of his car and reached
for the radio. He needed a diversion ... anything to take
his mind off of Sydney Thomas, her flawless creamy
complexion, and that mass of untamed yet absolutely
fantastic auburn curls.
He pressed the third button from the left. Tuitti
Fruiti, Little Richard's latest hit, came blaring through
the speakers. He adjusted the volume upward and let the wild
music assault his ears.
By the time the song ended, Aaron had made his way onto
Lincoln Drive and turned toward his friend Darrin's
apartment. His thoughts once again went to Sydney and how
different, how absolutely beautiful she'd looked devoid of
makeup and out of her usual tailored suits. He wondered if
he'd embarrassed her when he'd stroked her hair. Or, had she
been as attracted as he had. Fortunately, he'd been wise
enough to not act on his next impulse. Somehow he didn't
think she'd have appreciated his kissing her. No matter how
much they both may have enjoyed it.