Flash Burned by Calista Fox Page B

away and said, “Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. My dad and I don’t eat turkey and ham on Thanksgiving Day. We’re going a bit off the beaten path when he comes for dinner.”
    â€œThat’s fine.” One dark brow jerked up. “You did notice the massive amount of food I consumed at all three events yesterday? It’s a wonder I didn’t end up in the ER with my stomach pumped.”
    â€œNo one said you had to eat everything. ”
    â€œIt was just so damn good.”
    I couldn’t argue that point. Nor could Kyle, because he’d pretty much scarfed down everything in sight. As had the rest of the staff. The only reason I hadn’t devoured all the mouthwatering food was because I’d been busy assessing the planning my team and I had executed, deflecting Kyle, and trying to placate Dane while I purposely kept him at arm’s length so no one would speculate about us.
    No wonder I’d slept until ten.
    Thinking of that made me jump. “I have to call my dad. We missed a round with him at his golf club—sacrilege in his eyes.” And one more detail in my life that I’d accidentally let slip.
    â€œI took care of it,” Dane said. “Phoned him a little after seven. I reminded him about all the activities at the hotel yesterday and how fatigued you were. He completely understood. We rescheduled for noon, if you’re up to it.”
    My heart melted. “You don’t miss a beat, and think of everything.” I kissed him again, then added, “I’ll hop in the shower and we can go.”
    I whirled around, but he snaked an arm around my waist and hauled me up against him, my back to his front. “Not so fast. There’s time for you to eat breakfast, and you’ll need the fuel for the course.”
    â€œTrue.”
    â€œPlus…” He turned me to face him. “I want you to acknowledge what happened between us last night.”
    I toyed with him. “A really great orgasm?”
    He nipped at my lower lip. “Now’s not the time to be a smart-ass.”
    â€œActually, sarcasm and comedy are all about timing.”
    His eyes smoldered. My body burned.
    â€œYou win. As always,” I said. “In addition to a great orgasm, I agreed to marry you.”
    â€œYes, you did.” His mouth sealed mine in a tantalizing lip-lock that made my toes curl and my pussy throb.
    He didn’t let up and I melted against him, grateful for his strong arms holding me tight. Mine encircled his neck and I clung to him, letting him take his time, letting him take the lead.
    Until I lost myself in him.
    *   *   *
    We were a few minutes late for our rescheduled tee time with my dad. He pretended it was no big deal, but I could tell it irked him, being the former pro that he was. My game was severely off, which also concerned him. I didn’t give a damn about my score. How was I supposed to concentrate when all I could think about was Dane—and the fact that he wanted to someday marry me?
    Following an unusually poor showing on my part, but stellar on Dad’s and Dane’s, we met up at the house.
    â€œThis is for you,” my father said as he handed over a lovely autumn centerpiece for our dinner table. It didn’t quite scream Thanksgiving, because he wasn’t into holidays. Hadn’t been since his nasty divorce from my mother, whom I’d rarely ever spoken with after I’d turned eighteen. Until she’d shown up on my doorstep a couple of months ago, trying to extort money from me. Telling me she’d exploit the affairs she’d had when my dad was on his PGA tours with a tell-all book.
    Dane had eventually stepped in … and that had been that. I’d never had to mention a word to my dad or freak him out in any way, for which I was grateful.
    â€œThis floral arrangement is perfect.” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, Dad.”
    I left the