colorful.â
I nod. I long for the comfortable familiarity between us last Sunday when we sat together on his sofa eating breakfast together. Now thereâs an unspoken tension, and I feel self-conscious around him. My body, however, hasnât gotten the memo. The reality of him, impossibly gorgeous and equally imposing, is setting every nerve on high alert.
I choose a bottle of red wine from my small wine rack, conscious of his eyes on my jean clad bottom as I bend over and grab two wine glasses from a glass faced cabinet. Opening a drawer in the island, I pull out a corkscrew and expertly remove the cork. Iâm so intent on the job that I donât notice Beckett come up behind me until his strong arms are banded around my waist, drawing me back against his chest. My heart thumps at the heat and hardness of his chest against my back, the strength of his grip around my waist.
âYouâre pretty handy at that,â he observes.
âYouâd be surprised at the things a girl learns to take care of herself when she has to,â I say lightly.
âI donât like the idea of you taking care of some things yourself,â he says deliberately, his voice low and even.
âNot that!â I blurt out, equally embarrassed and outraged.
âNo?â
âNo!â
âNever?â he presses.
âNot that itâs any of your business, but no, not usually,â I say. Embarrassment has definitely won out, and Iâm glad my back is to him so he canât see me blush.
âYou please me Emmaline,â he says huskily, releasing me.
Turning, I hand him a glass of wine, his approval inexplicably unleashing another fluttering of butterflies in my stomach.
He leans against the farmhouse table in my kitchen, arms crossed and completely at ease, watching me as I take the lasagna out of the oven and toss the salad. As Iâm easing squares of lasagna onto two brightly colored plates, I sneak a glance at him from beneath my lashes.
âWhy are you staring at me?â I ask, exasperated.
âI like the view,â he says mildly.
Oh! The butterfly wings start beating faster. To him I say, âWell, stop! Itâs making me nervous.â
âGood,â he says placidly. âI like keeping you off balance.â
âWell, you must be thrilled then,â I say sarcastically, my body brushing his as I lean past him to put the plates on the table. âIâve been off balance since Iâve met you.â
He totally takes advantage of my position to run his hand over my butt and then gives it a light smack.
âWatch it,â he says.
Since he doesnât smile as he says it, I canât tell if heâs serious or playing, especially given the things Iâve read about domination and submission. Iâm going to need a lot more wine to have this conversation so I ignore him, sliding into the chair opposite from him.
âSit down,â I say, gesturing to the chair.
He sits, and the knowing look he gives me makes me think he knows exactly how off balance I am, and is enjoying it immensely.
âTell me about the benefit tomorrow night,â I say, taking a sip of wine.
âItâs a gala to benefit the American Cancer Society. I would have been invited anyway because of my work on behalf of prostate cancer, but my dadâs prominence as one of the most influential cancer researchers means our entire family is pretty much obligated to attend. This year, Dad is also the key-note speaker.â
âYour dad will be there?â I ask, pleased. It will be interesting to see the sweet old man in his element.
âYes, and my brother Griffin too. Drake would be there if he could, but heâs out of the country right now.â
âI get to meet your brother?â My excitement and relief at the thought of Dr. Black being there is offset by nervousness about meeting Beckettâs brother.
âYou do. Heâs usually off
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