her sweetly. It was nothing like the demanding kisses they'd
shared in the past week. It was clinging and soft and wanted for nothing,
hinted at hope. At least, that's how it made him feel.
Chapter
Six
The drive home
was quiet, but less awkward than she might have expected. At one point he'd reached
across the seat and held her hand, a sweet and comforting measure that went
straight to her heart. And wasn't that the most wonderful thing about Greg?
That powerful ability he possessed to make her feel safe and comforted, even
when things looked so bleak and hopeless. He'd certainly done that in the last
year for Cara and her children. It didn't matter the circumstances. Whatever it
was, Greg would fix it or at least make her feel like she was going to live
through it. It had been a potent draw in the past year. Coupled now with this
unyielding sexual attraction, his allure quotient had gone through the roof.
And what in the world was she supposed to do with that?
"You
remember that I'm going to California this evening?" he asked as they
neared her house.
Something about
that rang a bell, but it seemed much more germane today than it had when he'd
told her a week or two ago. "Yes," she said. "When are you
coming home?"
"Wednesday
evening," he said, pulling in to the driveway. He put the truck in
Park, but didn't turn off the engine, signaling, she supposed, that he wasn't
coming in. And that was for the best. They both needed some time to think.
"You'll
call me when you get home?" she asked.
He picked up her
hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her palm. "I will. Might even call
you before then. Is that okay?"
Lord, it felt so
much like they were starting a real, honest to goodness relationship. She
nodded and opened the door to get out, then paused. "Thank you for a
lovely birthday," she said with a shy smile.
He smiled too, a
sexy, very hungry grin that did something almost painful to her insides.
"Thank you , darlin'. We'll always remember our fortieth, won't
we?"
"I expect
so. Bye, Greg." She closed the door and went inside.
But that
tantalizing smile stayed with her for the rest of the day. And every time she
thought of him, of what they'd shared the night before ... making love on a
Harley, well, it about set her ablaze with a new case of want.
Late in the
afternoon, he sent her a picture of the bike with a caption that said,
"It's not the same without the gas tank ornamentation. Missing you
already." It told her he was thinking about it, too. And that made it even
hotter.
He called on
Monday evening. She was working on studio stuff for fall promotion, knee deep
in files and class rosters, and was inordinately pleased to see his name on her
phone. She probably would have enjoyed the break, whomever might have called at
that moment, but she doubted the thrill would have been the same. He made absolutely
no bones about missing her, told her that he couldn't wait to get home.
She might have
expected it to have put her off. She might have thought it would scare her,
make her feel hemmed in. Too much, too fast. What she hadn't expected was to
feel exactly the same way he did. She missed him terribly and could hardly wait
for him to come home.
They texted one
another several times on Tuesday. Just good morning greetings and how
is your day going updates. But it made her feel special and cared for. To
know he had her on his mind was pleasing somehow. She'd been without this
kind of attention for so many years.
Ren arrived on
Tuesday. Francesca hadn't been exaggerating in the least about her son's
beauty. Cara was thankful Maddie wasn't home to fall madly in love with her
older cousin. Ren's dark eyes, stunning, dimpled smile, and his shredded
body made him almost painful to look at, but she was hardly able not to. Cara
could only imagine the trouble this man could stir up. He had charm in abundance,
like his father, and a taste for fast cars, as evidenced by the red Ferrari he
drove.
She
shared in the past week. It was clinging and soft and wanted for nothing,
hinted at hope. At least, that's how it made him feel.
Chapter
Six
The drive home
was quiet, but less awkward than she might have expected. At one point he'd reached
across the seat and held her hand, a sweet and comforting measure that went
straight to her heart. And wasn't that the most wonderful thing about Greg?
That powerful ability he possessed to make her feel safe and comforted, even
when things looked so bleak and hopeless. He'd certainly done that in the last
year for Cara and her children. It didn't matter the circumstances. Whatever it
was, Greg would fix it or at least make her feel like she was going to live
through it. It had been a potent draw in the past year. Coupled now with this
unyielding sexual attraction, his allure quotient had gone through the roof.
And what in the world was she supposed to do with that?
"You
remember that I'm going to California this evening?" he asked as they
neared her house.
Something about
that rang a bell, but it seemed much more germane today than it had when he'd
told her a week or two ago. "Yes," she said. "When are you
coming home?"
"Wednesday
evening," he said, pulling in to the driveway. He put the truck in
Park, but didn't turn off the engine, signaling, she supposed, that he wasn't
coming in. And that was for the best. They both needed some time to think.
"You'll
call me when you get home?" she asked.
He picked up her
hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her palm. "I will. Might even call
you before then. Is that okay?"
Lord, it felt so
much like they were starting a real, honest to goodness relationship. She
nodded and opened the door to get out, then paused. "Thank you for a
lovely birthday," she said with a shy smile.
He smiled too, a
sexy, very hungry grin that did something almost painful to her insides.
"Thank you , darlin'. We'll always remember our fortieth, won't
we?"
"I expect
so. Bye, Greg." She closed the door and went inside.
But that
tantalizing smile stayed with her for the rest of the day. And every time she
thought of him, of what they'd shared the night before ... making love on a
Harley, well, it about set her ablaze with a new case of want.
Late in the
afternoon, he sent her a picture of the bike with a caption that said,
"It's not the same without the gas tank ornamentation. Missing you
already." It told her he was thinking about it, too. And that made it even
hotter.
He called on
Monday evening. She was working on studio stuff for fall promotion, knee deep
in files and class rosters, and was inordinately pleased to see his name on her
phone. She probably would have enjoyed the break, whomever might have called at
that moment, but she doubted the thrill would have been the same. He made absolutely
no bones about missing her, told her that he couldn't wait to get home.
She might have
expected it to have put her off. She might have thought it would scare her,
make her feel hemmed in. Too much, too fast. What she hadn't expected was to
feel exactly the same way he did. She missed him terribly and could hardly wait
for him to come home.
They texted one
another several times on Tuesday. Just good morning greetings and how
is your day going updates. But it made her feel special and cared for. To
know he had her on his mind was pleasing somehow. She'd been without this
kind of attention for so many years.
Ren arrived on
Tuesday. Francesca hadn't been exaggerating in the least about her son's
beauty. Cara was thankful Maddie wasn't home to fall madly in love with her
older cousin. Ren's dark eyes, stunning, dimpled smile, and his shredded
body made him almost painful to look at, but she was hardly able not to. Cara
could only imagine the trouble this man could stir up. He had charm in abundance,
like his father, and a taste for fast cars, as evidenced by the red Ferrari he
drove.
She
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