My Sister's Boyfriend (The Trouble With Twins 1) Read Online Free Page A

five feet away from Julia's sister, and all he could think about was how pleasing to the eye Jennifer Riley was, in or out of a coffin. He liked what he saw and would not mind the opportunity to seek out her lips again. Attitude, beauty, and a sexy mouth were qualities he admired in a woman regardless of what his sister said.
    Jennifer jerked her head toward the chairman.
    "Dr. Moulton?" the chairman’s voice snapped him out of his recollections.
    "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.
    "On call last night?" Dr. Weaver asked. "I asked you if you had completed the feasibility study on the equipment needed for the new wing of the pediatrics department."
    Brent couldn't believe he'd let his mind wander so far from the meeting at hand. This project could make his pediatrics department one of the most prestigious in the country and help more children than he'd ever dreamed possible.
    "My team is creating a detailed list of equipment that we think is absolutely necessary for the new wing. We're working with the staff at Arkansas Children's Hospital, one of the top facilities in the country, and should have the list completed by our next meeting.” Hopefully he'd bluffed his way through being caught daydreaming.
    "Well then, if no one else has anything to report, we're adjourned," Dr. Weaver said, scooting his chair away from the table.
    Dr. Weaver turned to Jennifer, his dark eyes observing her. "Once again, welcome Miss Riley. I hope you'll enjoy working here at County General."
    "Thank you. I'm certain I will."
    Brent stood back as she turned and walked toward the door. Her pale blue skirt ended above her knees and the strappy cream sandals she wore showed off her trim legs that stretched into his dreams and wrapped around his waist while he plunged deep inside her.
    He turned, refusing to watch her walk away any longer. His reaction to the way the material clung to her perfect derriere was less than professional.
    Dr. Weaver watched him. "Is something wrong, Dr. Moulton? You seem distracted this morning."
    He laughed and started walking toward the door, trying to escape the observant Dr. Weaver. "I'm fine. I just have a lot of things on my mind. You know patients, reports, and the usual."
    Mainly a tall, leggy blonde who had popped into his life and immediately thrown him off balance. But he'd quickly recover from this instant attraction; he always did. That's how he'd remained single this long.
    #
    In the hallway, Jennifer hung back from everyone as they departed the boardroom and headed off for their various job duties. She needed to speak with Brent and ask him to keep her birthday greeting private. The last thing she wanted was everyone to know she jumped out of coffins half dressed, playing a vamp as she delivered singing telegrams for her sister.
    It was bad enough the way she and Brent had sparred in the staff meeting. She'd let her quick temper get away from her when he'd dropped none-too-subtle hints regarding their last meeting.
    People from the meeting loaded up the elevators. The doors closed and the lights indicated its descent to the lower floors. She stepped over to a water fountain. Bending over, she twisted the knob and put her lips to the cool water as it splashed from the faucet. When she finished, she looked up straight into the gaze of Dr. Brent Moulton.
    He leaned against the tile wall, blocking her way.
    "I'm on my way to ophthalmology to have my eyes examined. I might even have them examine my head while I'm there.” His mouth turned up in a smile that revealed the even white rows of his teeth.
    She raised her brows. "You started that little tug of war back there."
    He grinned. "Next time, I'll remember to wear my bulletproof vest to the weekly meeting."
    "Don't start things you can't handle," she warned, watching the way his eyes sparkled with laughter.
    The bell dinged, announcing the arrival of the elevator. People filed off and Brent grabbed the door, holding it