what time we’ll be back.” She looked to Grayson for an answer.
“I don’t know what Scott has planned, but it will probably be late. You sure you don’t mind, Mother?”
“Of course not. Go. Have fun.” Eva literally pushed them out the door.
Thyme found herself standing face to face with Grayson. He smelled like fresh linen, ocean breeze, and man. Solid, strong man.
She had to remind herself she wasn’t Cinderella and he wasn’t Prince Charming. “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” She lightly punched his arm and sauntered down the hall, swinging her hips with attitude, hoping she looked more confident than she felt.
Chapter Six
Grayson
Holy shit. He couldn’t believe he said that in front of Maddie. And his mother. Grayson was brought up never to swear in front of a lady or a business associate. Way to impress the girl. Not that he was trying. They weren’t really dating. Unfortunately, Thyme brought out a side of Grayson that he didn’t know existed.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Grayson hurried to catch up with Thyme and rested his hand on her lower back, fighting the urge to slip his hand between the silky material and what promised to be skin as smooth as satin. Just above her perfectly round butt. He’d never been a butt man before. Or a breast man. Hell, he never had the opportunity to be any type of man other than the one Sophia, and inadvertently his parents, wanted him to be. The women his grandmother arranged for him were thin, waiflike models for the Buchanan line or heirs to another family in the fashion industry.
His feelings toward Thyme were mixed. One part of him enjoyed her sass and indifference to his lifestyle. It was refreshing to let his guard down, not to be on his best behavior. The other part of him feared her keen eye and her opinion of him. For some reason, it mattered.
Thyme stressed him out, but when he wasn’t busy getting angry at her, he could see she always made Maddie’s well-being first priority. She was the little girl’s number one advocate. And she thought him the enemy.
Well, she did until he cleared up the story of his meeting with Bethany. Part of him felt guilty for portraying the saintly woman in a poor light, but she had put him in quite the predicament.
“So who’s this Barry guy?”
The silky dress felt cool against his hand but it didn’t disguise the warmth of Thyme’s skin. He loved the way the material dipped a little in the back, revealing a firm spine. His eyes followed her vertebrae until it met the top of her low-dipped dress, then his eyes followed the sway of her butt. When it stopped moving, his chest bumped into her shoulder.
“You okay?”
Damn, she’d been talking to him and he’d been staring at her assets instead of listening. He was turning into…a typical guy. Grayson laughed to himself.
“You gonna let me in on the joke?”
Grayson gave her a lopsided grin and thought about all the inappropriate things he wanted to do to her. Her shiny lips called to him, but he didn’t answer. Not yet, anyway. He liked that she didn’t look like she spent hours in a salon, and that she wouldn’t whine when the wind blew her hair or complain when he kissed her lipstick off.
Not yet. Soon, though. No, never. Damn, she had his head in knots.
“I’m just enjoying the view.” He looked out to the ocean—somehow they made it through the hotel lobby and out to his car.
“Oh. Kay.”
Grayson took out his key fob, pressed the button to unlock the car, and held the door open for Thyme. If he spent an extra few seconds to appreciate her muscular calves, he was sure no one would blame him.
As he rounded the car he had a quick pep talk with his lower half, telling his other head to behave and not ruin a perfectly nice evening. In all the dates he’d been on, with all the women he’d dated, he’d never, ever had to have a pep talk this early in the
“I don’t know what Scott has planned, but it will probably be late. You sure you don’t mind, Mother?”
“Of course not. Go. Have fun.” Eva literally pushed them out the door.
Thyme found herself standing face to face with Grayson. He smelled like fresh linen, ocean breeze, and man. Solid, strong man.
She had to remind herself she wasn’t Cinderella and he wasn’t Prince Charming. “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” She lightly punched his arm and sauntered down the hall, swinging her hips with attitude, hoping she looked more confident than she felt.
Chapter Six
Grayson
Holy shit. He couldn’t believe he said that in front of Maddie. And his mother. Grayson was brought up never to swear in front of a lady or a business associate. Way to impress the girl. Not that he was trying. They weren’t really dating. Unfortunately, Thyme brought out a side of Grayson that he didn’t know existed.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Grayson hurried to catch up with Thyme and rested his hand on her lower back, fighting the urge to slip his hand between the silky material and what promised to be skin as smooth as satin. Just above her perfectly round butt. He’d never been a butt man before. Or a breast man. Hell, he never had the opportunity to be any type of man other than the one Sophia, and inadvertently his parents, wanted him to be. The women his grandmother arranged for him were thin, waiflike models for the Buchanan line or heirs to another family in the fashion industry.
His feelings toward Thyme were mixed. One part of him enjoyed her sass and indifference to his lifestyle. It was refreshing to let his guard down, not to be on his best behavior. The other part of him feared her keen eye and her opinion of him. For some reason, it mattered.
Thyme stressed him out, but when he wasn’t busy getting angry at her, he could see she always made Maddie’s well-being first priority. She was the little girl’s number one advocate. And she thought him the enemy.
Well, she did until he cleared up the story of his meeting with Bethany. Part of him felt guilty for portraying the saintly woman in a poor light, but she had put him in quite the predicament.
“So who’s this Barry guy?”
The silky dress felt cool against his hand but it didn’t disguise the warmth of Thyme’s skin. He loved the way the material dipped a little in the back, revealing a firm spine. His eyes followed her vertebrae until it met the top of her low-dipped dress, then his eyes followed the sway of her butt. When it stopped moving, his chest bumped into her shoulder.
“You okay?”
Damn, she’d been talking to him and he’d been staring at her assets instead of listening. He was turning into…a typical guy. Grayson laughed to himself.
“You gonna let me in on the joke?”
Grayson gave her a lopsided grin and thought about all the inappropriate things he wanted to do to her. Her shiny lips called to him, but he didn’t answer. Not yet, anyway. He liked that she didn’t look like she spent hours in a salon, and that she wouldn’t whine when the wind blew her hair or complain when he kissed her lipstick off.
Not yet. Soon, though. No, never. Damn, she had his head in knots.
“I’m just enjoying the view.” He looked out to the ocean—somehow they made it through the hotel lobby and out to his car.
“Oh. Kay.”
Grayson took out his key fob, pressed the button to unlock the car, and held the door open for Thyme. If he spent an extra few seconds to appreciate her muscular calves, he was sure no one would blame him.
As he rounded the car he had a quick pep talk with his lower half, telling his other head to behave and not ruin a perfectly nice evening. In all the dates he’d been on, with all the women he’d dated, he’d never, ever had to have a pep talk this early in the
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