behind them. “Now—start talking.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Excuse me? How do you figure? You just told your father we are getting married. Correct me if I’m wrong, babe, but I certainly don’t remember askin’.” He practically stomped to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers before handing one to her. Tipping the bottle to his lips, he took a long drag before indicating to her to sit on the couch with a tip of his head. She wiped her palms down the thigh of her jeans nervously before she sat down.
“I’m sorry. When he told me he probably wouldn’t be able to walk again, I had to do something. My idea was if he thought I would be getting married soon, he would try. He acted like he didn’t even want to try. I couldn’t handle that.”
The torture in her eyes pulled at his heart. He knew the kind of torture and terror she probably had ricocheting through her. He had the same type of useless feeling when his mother had gotten sick a few months back and when Cole had been in the car accident… He shook his head and sat down next to her before he pulled her into his arms. Cradling her, they sat back against the cushions of the couch, and she rested her head on his chest.
“I understand. How are you going to get out of this when a wedding doesn’t happen in a few months?”
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’ll just tell him we had a big fight or something and the wedding is off.” Her fingers drifted across his chest, fingering the buttons of his shirt before she slipped one free and moved to the next one. Damn! He grabbed her hand to forestall the movement. “What’s wrong?”
“Is this makeup sex?” he asked.
“I didn’t realize we had a fight. Besides, I thought two people had to be a couple to fight and have makeup sex. Does that mean we’re a couple?”
Their eyes met, and he didn’t like the look he saw in hers. It spoke volumes. It doesn’t matter how much property he owns, I love him anyway. Those were her words, and he’d be damned if she didn’t sound convincing even to him.
He needed distance from her disturbing presence so he could think. Standing up quickly, he headed back into the kitchen.
Several minutes later, she came in behind him as he emptied the beer in his hand and grabbed another one.
“I guess I should go. The last several days have been great. I’m glad you let me come over and spend some time with you, but the fantasy is over. It’s time for me to go home and get on with my life.”
He wiped the beer from his lips and swallowed. “Fantasy?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. The one about us getting along outside of the bedroom.”
“I thought we were getting along just fine.”
She waved her arm indicating the room around them. “It’s not real. I have my life—flying jets, traveling, trying to be the best pilot the Air Force has ever seen, and you have yours here raising cattle, horses, and I’m sure children at some point in your life.”
“Why does there have to be future things involved? Why can’t we just keep on like we are? I like you, and I’m assuming since you don’t seem to have trouble with my company—you like me well enough…”
“That’s the problem.”
“Problem?”
“I like you too well.”
“I’m confused.” His gaze swept her enticing figure.
She started to pace while she chewed on her fingernail nervously, but wouldn’t look at him. I wish I knew what the hell she’s talking about.
When she finally stopped, she stepped in front of him. “I don’t want this to end.”
“What to end, Katrina?”
“Us…this.” Wrapping her hand behind his head, she pulled until their lips met and she slanted her mouth over his. Her tongue swept along the crease of his lips, and he opened his mouth to take her inside. He groaned when their tongues danced. Gripping her butt with both hands, he lifted her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid her ass up on the countertop as his
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Excuse me? How do you figure? You just told your father we are getting married. Correct me if I’m wrong, babe, but I certainly don’t remember askin’.” He practically stomped to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers before handing one to her. Tipping the bottle to his lips, he took a long drag before indicating to her to sit on the couch with a tip of his head. She wiped her palms down the thigh of her jeans nervously before she sat down.
“I’m sorry. When he told me he probably wouldn’t be able to walk again, I had to do something. My idea was if he thought I would be getting married soon, he would try. He acted like he didn’t even want to try. I couldn’t handle that.”
The torture in her eyes pulled at his heart. He knew the kind of torture and terror she probably had ricocheting through her. He had the same type of useless feeling when his mother had gotten sick a few months back and when Cole had been in the car accident… He shook his head and sat down next to her before he pulled her into his arms. Cradling her, they sat back against the cushions of the couch, and she rested her head on his chest.
“I understand. How are you going to get out of this when a wedding doesn’t happen in a few months?”
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’ll just tell him we had a big fight or something and the wedding is off.” Her fingers drifted across his chest, fingering the buttons of his shirt before she slipped one free and moved to the next one. Damn! He grabbed her hand to forestall the movement. “What’s wrong?”
“Is this makeup sex?” he asked.
“I didn’t realize we had a fight. Besides, I thought two people had to be a couple to fight and have makeup sex. Does that mean we’re a couple?”
Their eyes met, and he didn’t like the look he saw in hers. It spoke volumes. It doesn’t matter how much property he owns, I love him anyway. Those were her words, and he’d be damned if she didn’t sound convincing even to him.
He needed distance from her disturbing presence so he could think. Standing up quickly, he headed back into the kitchen.
Several minutes later, she came in behind him as he emptied the beer in his hand and grabbed another one.
“I guess I should go. The last several days have been great. I’m glad you let me come over and spend some time with you, but the fantasy is over. It’s time for me to go home and get on with my life.”
He wiped the beer from his lips and swallowed. “Fantasy?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. The one about us getting along outside of the bedroom.”
“I thought we were getting along just fine.”
She waved her arm indicating the room around them. “It’s not real. I have my life—flying jets, traveling, trying to be the best pilot the Air Force has ever seen, and you have yours here raising cattle, horses, and I’m sure children at some point in your life.”
“Why does there have to be future things involved? Why can’t we just keep on like we are? I like you, and I’m assuming since you don’t seem to have trouble with my company—you like me well enough…”
“That’s the problem.”
“Problem?”
“I like you too well.”
“I’m confused.” His gaze swept her enticing figure.
She started to pace while she chewed on her fingernail nervously, but wouldn’t look at him. I wish I knew what the hell she’s talking about.
When she finally stopped, she stepped in front of him. “I don’t want this to end.”
“What to end, Katrina?”
“Us…this.” Wrapping her hand behind his head, she pulled until their lips met and she slanted her mouth over his. Her tongue swept along the crease of his lips, and he opened his mouth to take her inside. He groaned when their tongues danced. Gripping her butt with both hands, he lifted her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid her ass up on the countertop as his
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