her palm to his.
She was still looking him straight in the eye, but there was something else in her expression now, something primitive that hadn’t been there before. God. He felt it too and his cock stirred in anticipation. The air thickened between them, charged with far more than the electricity building in the air outside.
Cassidy pulled her hand back, fingers trembling faintly and cleared her throat. “Nice to meet you, Scott. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you with a cup of joe.” She turned to the coffee urn, mumbling good-naturedly under her breath. “Get a grip, you dirty old woman. He’s just a kid.”
Scott caught every word—maybe he was supposed to. He stifled a grin. He couldn’t imagine a better birthday present than a good cup of coffee, great apple pie and an even finer woman. And that’s what Cassidy was—a woman. He’d shuttled between Iraq and Afghanistan fairly continuously since eleventh September—special forces, especially PJs, didn’t get the same kind of rotation regular troops did—but he hadn’t forgotten the differences between girls his age and a lady like Cassidy. The good, ‘worth it’ differences. Then again, he wasn’t the same boy who’d left Oklahoma all those years ago.
That thought made up his mind. He could ignore her comment, finish his coffee and pie and go home to the comfortable, lonely bungalow he’d bought there three years ago on an infrequent trip home. Yeah, right. He’d take his chances on the lovely café owner and just see where things led.
“I may be younger in years, but not up here.” He tapped the temple next to his wasted eye.
The cup of coffee in Cassidy’s hand shook, sloshing scalding liquid over the side. “Oh shit. You heard?” She looked slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah. I thought about letting it go, but figured what the hell? So, Cassidy, what the hell?”
Chapter Two
Cassidy leant back against the cool tile wall, studying Scott with fresh eyes. She’d felt the sexual tension humming between them. Hell, it had sent a bolt of electricity straight from her hand to every body part that made her a woman.
The question of the day was whether she was going to do anything about it.
Yeah, she was at least ten years older than he was, but did it really matter? She wasn’t going to be one of those women who pissed and moaned about age differences, not when the attraction hung in the air as thick and cloying as the storm around them. Besides, it was only a one-nighter, so any reservations she might have were moot.
She let a full, wide smile bloom across her lips.
What the hell? Indeed. She wouldn’t mind playing Mrs Robinson for a night to this beautiful, wounded man. She’d indulged in liaisons since Brian’s death almost twelve years ago, but nothing as opulent as the promise zinging in the air between them. Besides, she seriously doubted Scott was the clingy type to make things uncomfortable afterward. Yeah, this could be what both of them needed. She didn’t know what Scott’s demons were, and at this point didn’t particularly care. Any talking they were going to do could take place over breakfast.
“So, exactly what did you have in mind?”
He gaped at her for a fraction of a second and his expression took on a distinctly wolfish cast.
“Guess it all depends,” he drawled lazily.
Cassidy could actually feel the physical sensation of his focus on her mouth. She licked her lips without thinking and felt a heady rush of power as his features tightened and his blue eye went stormy.
“Hmmm,” she purred, “depends on what?”
Scott pushed his plate and cup aside and leant forward, forearms on the countertop. His expression was deadly earnest. “Depends on whether you’re teasing me or not.”
Cassidy laughed. “I’m not much into games. Never have been. So what do you say, Scott?”
He pushed back and watched her with an expression far too old for his years. “What’s the catch?”
She
She was still looking him straight in the eye, but there was something else in her expression now, something primitive that hadn’t been there before. God. He felt it too and his cock stirred in anticipation. The air thickened between them, charged with far more than the electricity building in the air outside.
Cassidy pulled her hand back, fingers trembling faintly and cleared her throat. “Nice to meet you, Scott. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you with a cup of joe.” She turned to the coffee urn, mumbling good-naturedly under her breath. “Get a grip, you dirty old woman. He’s just a kid.”
Scott caught every word—maybe he was supposed to. He stifled a grin. He couldn’t imagine a better birthday present than a good cup of coffee, great apple pie and an even finer woman. And that’s what Cassidy was—a woman. He’d shuttled between Iraq and Afghanistan fairly continuously since eleventh September—special forces, especially PJs, didn’t get the same kind of rotation regular troops did—but he hadn’t forgotten the differences between girls his age and a lady like Cassidy. The good, ‘worth it’ differences. Then again, he wasn’t the same boy who’d left Oklahoma all those years ago.
That thought made up his mind. He could ignore her comment, finish his coffee and pie and go home to the comfortable, lonely bungalow he’d bought there three years ago on an infrequent trip home. Yeah, right. He’d take his chances on the lovely café owner and just see where things led.
“I may be younger in years, but not up here.” He tapped the temple next to his wasted eye.
The cup of coffee in Cassidy’s hand shook, sloshing scalding liquid over the side. “Oh shit. You heard?” She looked slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah. I thought about letting it go, but figured what the hell? So, Cassidy, what the hell?”
Chapter Two
Cassidy leant back against the cool tile wall, studying Scott with fresh eyes. She’d felt the sexual tension humming between them. Hell, it had sent a bolt of electricity straight from her hand to every body part that made her a woman.
The question of the day was whether she was going to do anything about it.
Yeah, she was at least ten years older than he was, but did it really matter? She wasn’t going to be one of those women who pissed and moaned about age differences, not when the attraction hung in the air as thick and cloying as the storm around them. Besides, it was only a one-nighter, so any reservations she might have were moot.
She let a full, wide smile bloom across her lips.
What the hell? Indeed. She wouldn’t mind playing Mrs Robinson for a night to this beautiful, wounded man. She’d indulged in liaisons since Brian’s death almost twelve years ago, but nothing as opulent as the promise zinging in the air between them. Besides, she seriously doubted Scott was the clingy type to make things uncomfortable afterward. Yeah, this could be what both of them needed. She didn’t know what Scott’s demons were, and at this point didn’t particularly care. Any talking they were going to do could take place over breakfast.
“So, exactly what did you have in mind?”
He gaped at her for a fraction of a second and his expression took on a distinctly wolfish cast.
“Guess it all depends,” he drawled lazily.
Cassidy could actually feel the physical sensation of his focus on her mouth. She licked her lips without thinking and felt a heady rush of power as his features tightened and his blue eye went stormy.
“Hmmm,” she purred, “depends on what?”
Scott pushed his plate and cup aside and leant forward, forearms on the countertop. His expression was deadly earnest. “Depends on whether you’re teasing me or not.”
Cassidy laughed. “I’m not much into games. Never have been. So what do you say, Scott?”
He pushed back and watched her with an expression far too old for his years. “What’s the catch?”
She
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