mention that part.”
“I guess you did,” she said.
He circled his arm around her waist and drew her in front of him, straddling his thighs.
“I must have had something else on my mind,” he said, looking down at her body and then back up to her eyes.
“I can’t imagine what,” she said, trying not to grin.
“Oh, I doubt that,” he said. He was quiet for a few moments. “A loan package–a good one–that must take some time to put together.”
“Oh no,” she said quickly. “I could have that done in a few days.”
He became a little more serious.
“Okay,” he said. “Then, getting the loan results back. Getting accounts set up. I don’t know, getting the blank checks printed–that might take weeks. Or, who knows? Maybe months .”
She slowly shook her head. That was ridiculous.
“Blank checks?” she said.
“What I’m saying,” he said, pulling her closer, “is that I’d like you stay.”
She stared at him.
“Stay?” she whispered. “You mean, like, stay ?”
He smoothed some hair back from her face and looked into her eyes.
“I mean stay,” he said, smiling. “With me. We’ll make a good team.”
Then suddenly he was serious again.
“I love you, Jean. I can’t imagine doing this without you.”
His face was close now and she leaned in.
“I’ve loved you from the start,” she whispered.
She was just about to kiss him when he held her back.
“Just one thing,” he said.
“What?”
“No more silk blouses,” he said, one corner of his mouth curling upward. “You look better without them.”
She couldn’t help but smile.
“Deal,” she said.
He drew her in then and kissed her and, as far as she was concerned, she would never wear silk again.
Copyright © 2013 Hazel Hunter
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“I guess you did,” she said.
He circled his arm around her waist and drew her in front of him, straddling his thighs.
“I must have had something else on my mind,” he said, looking down at her body and then back up to her eyes.
“I can’t imagine what,” she said, trying not to grin.
“Oh, I doubt that,” he said. He was quiet for a few moments. “A loan package–a good one–that must take some time to put together.”
“Oh no,” she said quickly. “I could have that done in a few days.”
He became a little more serious.
“Okay,” he said. “Then, getting the loan results back. Getting accounts set up. I don’t know, getting the blank checks printed–that might take weeks. Or, who knows? Maybe months .”
She slowly shook her head. That was ridiculous.
“Blank checks?” she said.
“What I’m saying,” he said, pulling her closer, “is that I’d like you stay.”
She stared at him.
“Stay?” she whispered. “You mean, like, stay ?”
He smoothed some hair back from her face and looked into her eyes.
“I mean stay,” he said, smiling. “With me. We’ll make a good team.”
Then suddenly he was serious again.
“I love you, Jean. I can’t imagine doing this without you.”
His face was close now and she leaned in.
“I’ve loved you from the start,” she whispered.
She was just about to kiss him when he held her back.
“Just one thing,” he said.
“What?”
“No more silk blouses,” he said, one corner of his mouth curling upward. “You look better without them.”
She couldn’t help but smile.
“Deal,” she said.
He drew her in then and kissed her and, as far as she was concerned, she would never wear silk again.
Copyright © 2013 Hazel Hunter
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written consent of the copyright owner.
The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the copyright owner is illegal. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
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