bedrooms. Not the one with the best view or
anything, well a lake view would be nice, but it isn’t a deal
breaker. I just really need somewhere to stay. Please?” Robyn
gabbled when Cole had opened the front door.
He looked at her in amusement, a smile on his
lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve begged
haven’t I? My next plan of action is to ask for a duvet so I can
get some sleep in Leonora,” Robyn said.
“Come in,” Cole invited, taking her case from her
hands.
“I can stay? You don’t think I’m a stalker?” Robyn
asked in relief.
“I don’t think you’re a stalker, you can stay. I got
you the car to drive, not to live in,” Cole told her.
“I’ll pay rent or do the housework or something. I
have money. Vacuuming. I can vacuum at least twice a week like your
mom wanted,” Robyn suggested.
“We’ll work something out. Do you want a coffee?”
Cole offered.
Robyn dropped her bag on the floor and pulled him
toward her, kissing him hungrily on the mouth. She felt him kiss
her back, more intently than he had at the airport. She backed him
up against the wall. Her mouth didn’t leave his for a second. She
didn’t want to stop. She wanted to hold on to this feeling, this
indescribable urge she had to get intimate with him every time they
were together.
His lips were so smooth, yet the way he used them to
kiss her was firm and suggestive. His hands touched her skin at the
waistband of her jeans and it was like she’d been scorched. A warm,
unrecognizable sensation shot up her spine, and she shivered.
Then he ended it. He pulled his mouth away from hers
to take a breath. He looked at her, his dark eyes questioning. He
didn’t know what was going on between them and neither did she.
“This isn’t a date,” Robyn said quickly, enjoying the
way his arms felt circled around her waist.
“I know…you don’t do dates,” he answered, still
looking deep into her eyes.
“Have you got any beer?” she asked.
Chapter Twelve
He ran his finger over his lips as he lay in bed.
She’d kissed him again last night and he’d kissed her back. He’d
held her close to him and he’d felt her quake. She was holding on
to something, he could tell. She put on this brave front, talked
her way out of situations, but inside she was vulnerable. Just like
him. The job and his project was the only thing holding him
together sometimes. What was holding Robyn together?
He’d given her the best room. She had a panoramic
view of West Lake and all its natural Michigan beauty. When she’d
woken up the next morning and drawn back the curtains, the scenery
had stunned her. The sun was already up and the lake was still and
calm. Like a mirror, it reflected every tree standing along the
banks. The sky was a cornflower blue and there wasn’t a cloud in
sight.
She was still suffering from the time difference, but
this morning, opening her eyes to the fantastic garden, the boats
moored around the edge of the water and the lake itself, everything
seemed a little bit better. Today was a good weather day. The sun
was shining and there was little wind, and in Portage, that meant
getting intimate with the barbecue.
She was already outside on the deck, a pair of tongs
in her hand, and the lid of the grill open, when Cole appeared.
“Morning! Bratwurst?” she greeted, waving a sausage
in the air.
“Man, it’s not even seven yet. How long have you been
up?” Cole asked, joining her at the barbecue.
“I don’t know, about five-thirty. The sun was up, I
went for a walk around the lake, came back, put a load of washing
on—it’s in the dryer now, by the way, if you’re looking for
something—then I thought I’d cook breakfast. Well, I was going to
do eggs, but you’re all out,” Robyn informed him, turning the
sausages over.
“I’ll pick some up today,” he answered.
“Oh no, don’t worry, there’s some other stuff we
need. I’ll go to Meijer’s later, use Pam’s discount. No
anything, well a lake view would be nice, but it isn’t a deal
breaker. I just really need somewhere to stay. Please?” Robyn
gabbled when Cole had opened the front door.
He looked at her in amusement, a smile on his
lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve begged
haven’t I? My next plan of action is to ask for a duvet so I can
get some sleep in Leonora,” Robyn said.
“Come in,” Cole invited, taking her case from her
hands.
“I can stay? You don’t think I’m a stalker?” Robyn
asked in relief.
“I don’t think you’re a stalker, you can stay. I got
you the car to drive, not to live in,” Cole told her.
“I’ll pay rent or do the housework or something. I
have money. Vacuuming. I can vacuum at least twice a week like your
mom wanted,” Robyn suggested.
“We’ll work something out. Do you want a coffee?”
Cole offered.
Robyn dropped her bag on the floor and pulled him
toward her, kissing him hungrily on the mouth. She felt him kiss
her back, more intently than he had at the airport. She backed him
up against the wall. Her mouth didn’t leave his for a second. She
didn’t want to stop. She wanted to hold on to this feeling, this
indescribable urge she had to get intimate with him every time they
were together.
His lips were so smooth, yet the way he used them to
kiss her was firm and suggestive. His hands touched her skin at the
waistband of her jeans and it was like she’d been scorched. A warm,
unrecognizable sensation shot up her spine, and she shivered.
Then he ended it. He pulled his mouth away from hers
to take a breath. He looked at her, his dark eyes questioning. He
didn’t know what was going on between them and neither did she.
“This isn’t a date,” Robyn said quickly, enjoying the
way his arms felt circled around her waist.
“I know…you don’t do dates,” he answered, still
looking deep into her eyes.
“Have you got any beer?” she asked.
Chapter Twelve
He ran his finger over his lips as he lay in bed.
She’d kissed him again last night and he’d kissed her back. He’d
held her close to him and he’d felt her quake. She was holding on
to something, he could tell. She put on this brave front, talked
her way out of situations, but inside she was vulnerable. Just like
him. The job and his project was the only thing holding him
together sometimes. What was holding Robyn together?
He’d given her the best room. She had a panoramic
view of West Lake and all its natural Michigan beauty. When she’d
woken up the next morning and drawn back the curtains, the scenery
had stunned her. The sun was already up and the lake was still and
calm. Like a mirror, it reflected every tree standing along the
banks. The sky was a cornflower blue and there wasn’t a cloud in
sight.
She was still suffering from the time difference, but
this morning, opening her eyes to the fantastic garden, the boats
moored around the edge of the water and the lake itself, everything
seemed a little bit better. Today was a good weather day. The sun
was shining and there was little wind, and in Portage, that meant
getting intimate with the barbecue.
She was already outside on the deck, a pair of tongs
in her hand, and the lid of the grill open, when Cole appeared.
“Morning! Bratwurst?” she greeted, waving a sausage
in the air.
“Man, it’s not even seven yet. How long have you been
up?” Cole asked, joining her at the barbecue.
“I don’t know, about five-thirty. The sun was up, I
went for a walk around the lake, came back, put a load of washing
on—it’s in the dryer now, by the way, if you’re looking for
something—then I thought I’d cook breakfast. Well, I was going to
do eggs, but you’re all out,” Robyn informed him, turning the
sausages over.
“I’ll pick some up today,” he answered.
“Oh no, don’t worry, there’s some other stuff we
need. I’ll go to Meijer’s later, use Pam’s discount. No
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