the sunshine that poured in from the bay window and the sight of her panties. She rolled into a mountain of pillows and breathed deeply, pulling in a clean, outdoorsy scent that spoke of fresh air, deep woods and crystal clear lake water. Gage's scent.
She peeked between her fingers at her clothes. He'd done it. He'd actually washed, dried and folded her entire outfit, right down to that silly scrap of lace and strings. He'd told her as much last night, but her mind had been so jumbled with everything they'd talked about.
And there was that kiss. That amazing, soul-shaking, knee-knocking, world-tilting kiss.
She hadn't resisted when he'd pulled her into his arms, his whispered words hot on her skin. With every touch and every syllable, he'd pulled her in deeper and deeper and she'd gone willingly. His revelation that he remembered every moment of their time together in Vegas had lulled her into admitting the same.
Damn, damn and double damn!
She'd been so careful in not divulging that she remembered anything. Besides being scared Gage would use it against her, she'd been embarrassed at her behavior, too much alcohol or not. Then again, she hadn't been the only one doing the kissing and touching and oh, so much more, that night.
But it had been more than just the sex.
Before they'd even got to the suite, they'd shared a magical night. They'd talked about everything from movies to politics to music. The only thing they hadn't talked about was home. An unspoken agreement between them not to talk about the past or the future. Living in the moment had been enough.
They'd danced and shopped and laughed until they'd cried at a hilarious ventriloquist-comedian. They'd walked the Strip from hotel to hotel, including the one with the enormous fountain she couldn't resist dipping her toes into.
Hours later, they'd ended up outside a jewelry store. Gage had been looking at the window displays, but it was the bride and groom emerging from the nearby chapel that captured her attention. The look of pure love and happiness on their faces slammed straight into her heart. She'd never experienced that with either of her two husbands and she wanted to feel that joy for the first time in her life.
And she wanted it with the man standing next to her.
She'd slipped inside the store and returned minutes later with matching rings. Gage's teasing had disappeared when she'd opened the velvet box—
Racy pushed the memories from her mind.
No, she wasn't taking this trip down memory lane. None of that mattered, not anymore. Gage had made it clear last night that, while she turned him on, he wasn't interested.
And they hadn't even discussed what they would do about their so-called marriage. Was another annulment—a real one this time—doable? Did that include a trip back to Vegas? Was it possible to keep an uncontested divorce out of Destiny's gossip mill?
Death, desertion and now divorce.
The deadly three. Wyatt had died on her, Tommy had walked out for greener pastures and now Gage.
Jeez, could she be any more of a loser? No wonder the man wasn't interested in playing—much less anything else—with her.
She glanced at her watch and groaned again. Almost eleven. She never slept this late. There was no way she would meet up with Maggie and Leeann in an hour. She needed to pick up Jack, see what condition her house was in and deal with her brothers.
Rolling over, she grabbed her backpack from the floor. Maggie would still be at church. She punched Leeann's number into her cell phone and waited.
"Leeann Harris speaking."
"Hey, it's me." Racy pushed her hair off her face, not even wanting to think about what style her riot of wild curls formed. "Did I wake you?"
"Are you kidding? I logged in 10K before 9:00 a.m."
Racy groaned. Her friend was a running machine. She didn't know how she did it. "You make me sick. At least tell me you did it while watching the boob tube."
"On a day like this?" Leeann's voice raised an octave. "With all
She peeked between her fingers at her clothes. He'd done it. He'd actually washed, dried and folded her entire outfit, right down to that silly scrap of lace and strings. He'd told her as much last night, but her mind had been so jumbled with everything they'd talked about.
And there was that kiss. That amazing, soul-shaking, knee-knocking, world-tilting kiss.
She hadn't resisted when he'd pulled her into his arms, his whispered words hot on her skin. With every touch and every syllable, he'd pulled her in deeper and deeper and she'd gone willingly. His revelation that he remembered every moment of their time together in Vegas had lulled her into admitting the same.
Damn, damn and double damn!
She'd been so careful in not divulging that she remembered anything. Besides being scared Gage would use it against her, she'd been embarrassed at her behavior, too much alcohol or not. Then again, she hadn't been the only one doing the kissing and touching and oh, so much more, that night.
But it had been more than just the sex.
Before they'd even got to the suite, they'd shared a magical night. They'd talked about everything from movies to politics to music. The only thing they hadn't talked about was home. An unspoken agreement between them not to talk about the past or the future. Living in the moment had been enough.
They'd danced and shopped and laughed until they'd cried at a hilarious ventriloquist-comedian. They'd walked the Strip from hotel to hotel, including the one with the enormous fountain she couldn't resist dipping her toes into.
Hours later, they'd ended up outside a jewelry store. Gage had been looking at the window displays, but it was the bride and groom emerging from the nearby chapel that captured her attention. The look of pure love and happiness on their faces slammed straight into her heart. She'd never experienced that with either of her two husbands and she wanted to feel that joy for the first time in her life.
And she wanted it with the man standing next to her.
She'd slipped inside the store and returned minutes later with matching rings. Gage's teasing had disappeared when she'd opened the velvet box—
Racy pushed the memories from her mind.
No, she wasn't taking this trip down memory lane. None of that mattered, not anymore. Gage had made it clear last night that, while she turned him on, he wasn't interested.
And they hadn't even discussed what they would do about their so-called marriage. Was another annulment—a real one this time—doable? Did that include a trip back to Vegas? Was it possible to keep an uncontested divorce out of Destiny's gossip mill?
Death, desertion and now divorce.
The deadly three. Wyatt had died on her, Tommy had walked out for greener pastures and now Gage.
Jeez, could she be any more of a loser? No wonder the man wasn't interested in playing—much less anything else—with her.
She glanced at her watch and groaned again. Almost eleven. She never slept this late. There was no way she would meet up with Maggie and Leeann in an hour. She needed to pick up Jack, see what condition her house was in and deal with her brothers.
Rolling over, she grabbed her backpack from the floor. Maggie would still be at church. She punched Leeann's number into her cell phone and waited.
"Leeann Harris speaking."
"Hey, it's me." Racy pushed her hair off her face, not even wanting to think about what style her riot of wild curls formed. "Did I wake you?"
"Are you kidding? I logged in 10K before 9:00 a.m."
Racy groaned. Her friend was a running machine. She didn't know how she did it. "You make me sick. At least tell me you did it while watching the boob tube."
"On a day like this?" Leeann's voice raised an octave. "With all
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