Iâve enjoyed doing it on my own. Itâs coming along well.â
She nodded and a second later realized he couldnât see her action. âIt sounds lovely.â
âAre there any other questions youâd like to ask me?â His voice was low and teasing.
âOf course not,â she denied immediately.
âThen would you be willing to admit you enjoy it when I kiss you? A high seven? Really? I think Jeffâs rightâwe need more practice.â
âUhâ¦â Robin didnât know how to answer that.
âIâm willing,â he said, and she could almost hear him smile.
Robin lifted the hair from her forehead with one hand. âI canât believe weâre having this discussion.â
âWould it help if I told you how much I enjoy kissing you?â
âPleaseâ¦donât,â she whispered. She didnât want him to tell her that. Every time he kissed her, it confused her more. Despite the sheltered feeling she experienced in his arms, something deep and fundamental inside her was afraid of loving again. No, terrified. She was terrified of falling in love with Cole. Terrified of what the future might hold.
âThe first time shook me more than I care to admit,â he said. âRemember that Friday night we rented the movie?â
âI remember.â
âI tried to stay away from you afterward. For an entire week I avoided you.â
Robin didnât answer. She couldnât. Lying back against the pillows, she stared at the ceiling as a sense of warmth enveloped her. A feeling of comfortâ¦of happiness.
There was a short silence, and in an effort to bring their discussion back to a less intimateâless riskyâlevel, she said, âThank you for dinner. Jeff had the time of his life.â She had, too, but she couldnât find the courage to acknowledge it.
âYouâre welcome.â
âAre you going away this weekend to work on the property?â
She had no right to ask him that, and was shocked at how easily the question emerged.
âI donât think so.â After another brief pause, he murmured, âWhenâs the last time you went on a picnic and flew a kite?â
âI donât recall.â
âWould you consider going with me on Saturday afternoon? You and Jeff. The three of us together.â
âYesâ¦Jeff would love it.â
âHow about you? Would you love it?â
âYes,â she whispered.
There didnât seem to be anything more to say, and Robin ended the conversation. âIâll tell Jeff in the morning. Heâll be thrilled. Thank you.â
âIâll talk to you tomorrow, then.â
âYes. Tomorrow.â
âGood night, Robin.â
She smiled softly. He said her name the way sheâd always dreamed a man would, softly, with a mixture of excitement and need. âGood night, Cole.â
For a long time after theyâd hung up Robin lay staring at her bedroom walls. When she did flick off her light, she fell asleep as quickly as Jeff seemed to have. She woke about midnight, surprised to find the sheets all twisted as if sheâd tossed and turned frantically. The bedspread had slipped onto the floor, and the top sheet was wound around her legs, trapping her.
Sitting up, she untangled her legs and brushed the curls from her face, wondering what had caused her restlessness. She didnât usually wake abruptly like this.
She slid off the bed, found her slippers and went downstairs for a glass of milk.
It was while she was sitting at the table that it came to her. Her hand stilled. Her heartbeat accelerated. The couple in the Chinese restaurant. Robin had overheard them and she was certain Cole had, too.
Their little boy. A family.
Cole had lost a son. From the little Robin had learned, Coleâs son had been about the same age Jeff was now when heâd died. First divorce, and then death.
Suddenly it all made
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