Just Perfect by Lynn Hunter Page A

to do some explaining.
    “That young woman you saw me with today is Willa-” She
didn't let him finish before she was on her feet.
    “Damn it, Lily!” he was losing patience. “Sit down and
listen.  I didn't come here to play games with you.”
    She turned hurt brown eyes on him.  With a hand pressed to
her stomach, she said, “I don't want to hear you say her name, Sam, it hurts. 
I'm not familiar will all of this.”  She threw her hands up. “I don't know what
I'm supposed to do or say when I see you holding another woman. But, I won't
put myself in that position again. I’m a quick learner.”
    He leaned in and snagged her hand. “She's not my
girlfriend.  She and my brother throw sparks off of each other and today it
made her cry.”  Sam never wanted to see her hurt because of something he did. 
Her turbulent gaze clung to his eyes. 
    “She didn't look like she was crying.” Lily murmured.
    He gently tugged her to stand between his knees.  “I don't
want her.  She works as a driver for Glen.  I like her.  She works hard.  But,
I've never touched her before today and I sure as hell won't touch her after
today.”  She wasn't running off.  Good sign.  “You're the only woman I want to
hold and touch,” he tugged her hand again, “why do you think I keep coming back
for more even after you keep throwing me out?”
    Her plump, pink lips curled into a tentative smile. “Because
you're crazy?”
    “Yeah.”  His thumb swept across her hand, feeling her smooth
skin.  “I don't want any else, Lily, I don't have anyone else.”  A flash
of hope lit her eyes.  “Did you come to the shop to see me?”
    She nodded slightly and glanced shyly at him through her
lashed.  He took that as a signal.  “Come here.” He slowly pulled her into his
lap and draped her silky legs over one of his thighs.  The feel of her soft
bottom on his lap reminded him of their tussle. 
    “Did I hurt you?” He didn't think he did.  He just wanted to
get her attention.  She was a little wildcat and would definitely keep him on
his toes.
    “It stung a little.”  She looked embarrassed “I'm sorry I
slapped you.  I've never hit anyone in my life.”
    “Let's try talking before you kick me out.”
    Looking directly into his eyes she asked, “Would it matter
what I said?  Would you really listen?  Or would you just bully your way in
until I see things your way?”
    With a heavy sigh, he said, “I'm probably going to try to
make you see things my way, so I suggest you do everything I say.”
    She gave a startled laugh and dropped her head on his
shoulder.  He felt the tension leave her body so he decided not to tell her he
was serious.  He rubbed his hand up her supple thigh loving the way she curled
into him for comfort.
    “I would have come earlier, but I had work to do that
wouldn't wait.  I knew if I called you would hang up on me.”
    “It's alright.  I was busy with Johnathan this afternoon. 
Then Glen came to pick Mom up for a date.”  She paused. “I don't think she's
coming back tonight.”
    Sam knew it was hard for her to let go. “What were you doing
before I got here?”
    “I was drinking wine and watching Christmas movies.  I love
them.”
    Time to lighten the mood.  He gave her a pat on the thigh.
“Hop up and I'll build a fire.  Go pour yourself another glass of wine.  We'll
watch one together.”
    She sat up on his lap and smiled, brushing her silky curls
away from her face.  “You want to watch one with me?”
    Her face was so sweet and her complexion clear. What the
hell was he doing? Even though she had a son, her innocence shined through. 
She practically glowed with it.  And here he was, more than ready to take all
that innocence away. “Yeah.  I want to spend time with you.  I think I keep
saying that.”
    She slid off his lap and started for the kitchen before
turning back and pointing to a beautifully carved cabinet against the far wall.
“That was my dad's