are a hell of a lot stronger.” With that, he slid into the seat and started the car.
He couldn’t wait till tomorrow.
54
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Taylor, it’s Gavin. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel our afternoon….”
His message on her voicemail kept interrupting her thoughts. She’d gotten it while she and Ryan were at the bookstore. And like some lovesick teenager, she’d listened to it twice. Okay, maybe three times. Friends. What the hell happened to friends and neither of them wanting or needing a relationship?
It was that soothing, calm baritone voice of his.
She tried, she really did, not to think of the kiss they’d shared, but then she’d tried--quite unsuccessfully--to forget that all day.
The man was a distraction even when he wasn’t around. But what a kiss it had been, nothing like what she and Charles had ever shared. No with Gavin….
With Gavin, Taylor could stand for them to simply kiss all night. Well, she admitted honestly, that was highly doubtful, especially if he did what followed as well as kissing. And with a man like Gavin Kinncaid, Taylor knew, just knew down to her bones, that a night with him would be far more distracting than some kiss. And why was she even thinking about a night with him for God’s sake? Kissing was one thing. Sex another.
“I wish Gavin could have come with us,” Ryan’s voice jerked her back.
“I do too, but you know a doctor’s life is very demanding. He has to be there for his patients.” Taylor pulled Ryan close to her side. “Gavin said to tell you he was sorry.”
Blue, clear as the June sky, peeked at her beneath lashes most women would kill for. Ryan had such wonderful eyes. Summer blue framed with long, slightly curled, light brown lashes.
Was that hopefulness she caught in his voice? She’d noticed he had taken to Gavin, for the most part at ease around the man, but Ryan would always have that look about him: a studying, observant look, a consideration in the eyes that weighed situations and people in seconds.
Thankfully, Ryan hadn’t looked at her that way lately, but she noticed when Gavin was around, that sharpness would come into her son’s eyes and her heart would squeeze. Regardless of his hesitancy, Ryan seemed to genuinely like Gavin. Last night at dinner and the day they’d gone to eat, just listening to Ryan’s half of the phone conversations when Gavin called, was enough to tell her Ryan felt more comfortable around Gavin than he ever had around Charles.
Charles. Taylor shook her head and stared out the cab window. Rain grayed the world outside and water sprayed on the taxi as another car passed them.
She wasn’t going to think about her ex husband, his betrayal, or his cold attitude towards both her and Ryan, even if she had had all but a cussing fit on the phone with him this morning.
Taylor sighed and focused back on Ryan. “Did you get enough pizza? I thought when we got home, I’d make some brownies and we could watch a movie. How does that sound?”
“Brownies with icing?” Ryan asked.
She smiled. “Is there any other way?”
55
His grin made his freckles look happy.
Rain sheeted down as they rode home. Ryan looked out the window and hummed his Irish reel, which she had yet to learn the title of, but recognized the tune.
Gavin.
She’d laid awake half the night, wondering if she’d imagined those feelings Gavin evoked, if it was one-sided and if it wasn’t, what she wanted to do about that. She knew this attraction wasn’t one-sided, but she didn’t know if she wanted anything other than friendship. Okay, friendship and this great wonderful attraction might work.
Of course, the kiss was very persuasive. So, did that mean they were now more than friends? Taylor worried. Gavin was a smooth talker, no doubt about it, and she didn’t necessarily think he kissed all his friends the way he kissed her last night.
At the same time, she didn’t want to go jumping to the conclusion there
He couldn’t wait till tomorrow.
54
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Taylor, it’s Gavin. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel our afternoon….”
His message on her voicemail kept interrupting her thoughts. She’d gotten it while she and Ryan were at the bookstore. And like some lovesick teenager, she’d listened to it twice. Okay, maybe three times. Friends. What the hell happened to friends and neither of them wanting or needing a relationship?
It was that soothing, calm baritone voice of his.
She tried, she really did, not to think of the kiss they’d shared, but then she’d tried--quite unsuccessfully--to forget that all day.
The man was a distraction even when he wasn’t around. But what a kiss it had been, nothing like what she and Charles had ever shared. No with Gavin….
With Gavin, Taylor could stand for them to simply kiss all night. Well, she admitted honestly, that was highly doubtful, especially if he did what followed as well as kissing. And with a man like Gavin Kinncaid, Taylor knew, just knew down to her bones, that a night with him would be far more distracting than some kiss. And why was she even thinking about a night with him for God’s sake? Kissing was one thing. Sex another.
“I wish Gavin could have come with us,” Ryan’s voice jerked her back.
“I do too, but you know a doctor’s life is very demanding. He has to be there for his patients.” Taylor pulled Ryan close to her side. “Gavin said to tell you he was sorry.”
Blue, clear as the June sky, peeked at her beneath lashes most women would kill for. Ryan had such wonderful eyes. Summer blue framed with long, slightly curled, light brown lashes.
Was that hopefulness she caught in his voice? She’d noticed he had taken to Gavin, for the most part at ease around the man, but Ryan would always have that look about him: a studying, observant look, a consideration in the eyes that weighed situations and people in seconds.
Thankfully, Ryan hadn’t looked at her that way lately, but she noticed when Gavin was around, that sharpness would come into her son’s eyes and her heart would squeeze. Regardless of his hesitancy, Ryan seemed to genuinely like Gavin. Last night at dinner and the day they’d gone to eat, just listening to Ryan’s half of the phone conversations when Gavin called, was enough to tell her Ryan felt more comfortable around Gavin than he ever had around Charles.
Charles. Taylor shook her head and stared out the cab window. Rain grayed the world outside and water sprayed on the taxi as another car passed them.
She wasn’t going to think about her ex husband, his betrayal, or his cold attitude towards both her and Ryan, even if she had had all but a cussing fit on the phone with him this morning.
Taylor sighed and focused back on Ryan. “Did you get enough pizza? I thought when we got home, I’d make some brownies and we could watch a movie. How does that sound?”
“Brownies with icing?” Ryan asked.
She smiled. “Is there any other way?”
55
His grin made his freckles look happy.
Rain sheeted down as they rode home. Ryan looked out the window and hummed his Irish reel, which she had yet to learn the title of, but recognized the tune.
Gavin.
She’d laid awake half the night, wondering if she’d imagined those feelings Gavin evoked, if it was one-sided and if it wasn’t, what she wanted to do about that. She knew this attraction wasn’t one-sided, but she didn’t know if she wanted anything other than friendship. Okay, friendship and this great wonderful attraction might work.
Of course, the kiss was very persuasive. So, did that mean they were now more than friends? Taylor worried. Gavin was a smooth talker, no doubt about it, and she didn’t necessarily think he kissed all his friends the way he kissed her last night.
At the same time, she didn’t want to go jumping to the conclusion there
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