I’m free for as long as you want
me.”
She glanced at him, her heart beating fast
at his words. “Don’t throw promises like that around; you never
know, I might just take you up on it.”
He kissed the back of her hand. “I’m hoping
you do.”
That warm feeling filled her
up again and she wanted to laugh for no other reason than she felt
free. Instead, she leaned back against the armrest and squeezed his
hand. The area was beautiful in a quiet way. Frank turned down a
long driveway and she caught a glimpse of what looked like an old
plantation house she‘d seen in a book as a child. It boasted large
white columns, a wrap-around porch, large windows, and a
two-paneled door. She’d always loved homes from this era. The charm
of the place touched her in ways she hadn’t expected. This was a
baby-making house, built for children, family reunions and
get-togethers. What the hell am I doing
here?
“ This is lovely,” she
murmured, shell-shocked. It was beyond lovely, the grounds were
magazine worthy. The two-story brick house screamed home and
family. Her eyes slid to his, he watched her. Offering him a tight
smile, she turned to open her door. His hand stopped
her.
He pulled her face close and kissed her
gently, at first. Then he deepened the kiss, curling her toes. When
he pulled back, she would have sworn the sun was a tad brighter.
She couldn’t focus as he assisted her from the truck. He tucked her
arm around his waist and walked her inside.
Home . The word brushed against her consciousness. No way, this was
too fast. They’d just met. But they clicked, her mind argued.
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to calm down.
Take the time to smell the roses. Enjoy the
journey. No need to rush, tomorrow’s a new day. She quoted all the
little quips she’d told her daughter over the years. Her heart
rejected each one. It demanded she grab hold of this man and not
let him go.
“ I’ll put your things in the
bedroom, it’s through there. Want me to show you around?” Although
he couched it as a question, she heard the pride for his home in
his voice and knew it would hurt him if she refused.
“ I’d love to see everything.
Did you renovate this by yourself?” Her fingertips trailed the
exquisite woodwork on the wall panels.
He laughed. “I’m good, but not that good.
One of my brothers is in construction, he and some other friends
helped. Let me show you around.” He winked.
For the next twenty minutes, he took her
through every room, including five large bedrooms with accompanying
baths, the finished basement with media and recreational rooms, and
the additional outside dining area which included an enclosed pool.
She fell in love with the old house and could see herself writing
briefs out on the lanai. Squeezing his waist, she pulled herself
from those murky thoughts. This was a weekend fling. There were
certain rules about these types of things, she reminded
herself.
“ Everything is so beautiful.
You did a great job.” Her compliment was as sincere as her longing
for a place like this.
“ I’m glad you like it. I
want you to spend more time here.” He paused and looked down at
her. Her heart tripped at the sincerity she read in those dark
eyes. “With me.” He clarified.
She grinned. “Whew, I’m glad you cleared
that up, for a moment I thought you were offering me your home.”
She pulled back, but he held her tighter.
“ I am…in a way. I want to
spend time with you after this weekend. Do you think you can take a
little more time off from your job so we can get to know each other
better? I’m not ready for whatever we've started to
end.”
Veronique’s eyes misted. She was sure he
heard the loud thumping of her heart against her chest. Could she
give him what he wanted? Hell, a few minutes ago it was the same
thing she wanted, but didn’t dare dream it could become a
reality.
“ I’ll check, but you’ll need
to be willing to come spend time with me as well.”
He tapped
me.”
She glanced at him, her heart beating fast
at his words. “Don’t throw promises like that around; you never
know, I might just take you up on it.”
He kissed the back of her hand. “I’m hoping
you do.”
That warm feeling filled her
up again and she wanted to laugh for no other reason than she felt
free. Instead, she leaned back against the armrest and squeezed his
hand. The area was beautiful in a quiet way. Frank turned down a
long driveway and she caught a glimpse of what looked like an old
plantation house she‘d seen in a book as a child. It boasted large
white columns, a wrap-around porch, large windows, and a
two-paneled door. She’d always loved homes from this era. The charm
of the place touched her in ways she hadn’t expected. This was a
baby-making house, built for children, family reunions and
get-togethers. What the hell am I doing
here?
“ This is lovely,” she
murmured, shell-shocked. It was beyond lovely, the grounds were
magazine worthy. The two-story brick house screamed home and
family. Her eyes slid to his, he watched her. Offering him a tight
smile, she turned to open her door. His hand stopped
her.
He pulled her face close and kissed her
gently, at first. Then he deepened the kiss, curling her toes. When
he pulled back, she would have sworn the sun was a tad brighter.
She couldn’t focus as he assisted her from the truck. He tucked her
arm around his waist and walked her inside.
Home . The word brushed against her consciousness. No way, this was
too fast. They’d just met. But they clicked, her mind argued.
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to calm down.
Take the time to smell the roses. Enjoy the
journey. No need to rush, tomorrow’s a new day. She quoted all the
little quips she’d told her daughter over the years. Her heart
rejected each one. It demanded she grab hold of this man and not
let him go.
“ I’ll put your things in the
bedroom, it’s through there. Want me to show you around?” Although
he couched it as a question, she heard the pride for his home in
his voice and knew it would hurt him if she refused.
“ I’d love to see everything.
Did you renovate this by yourself?” Her fingertips trailed the
exquisite woodwork on the wall panels.
He laughed. “I’m good, but not that good.
One of my brothers is in construction, he and some other friends
helped. Let me show you around.” He winked.
For the next twenty minutes, he took her
through every room, including five large bedrooms with accompanying
baths, the finished basement with media and recreational rooms, and
the additional outside dining area which included an enclosed pool.
She fell in love with the old house and could see herself writing
briefs out on the lanai. Squeezing his waist, she pulled herself
from those murky thoughts. This was a weekend fling. There were
certain rules about these types of things, she reminded
herself.
“ Everything is so beautiful.
You did a great job.” Her compliment was as sincere as her longing
for a place like this.
“ I’m glad you like it. I
want you to spend more time here.” He paused and looked down at
her. Her heart tripped at the sincerity she read in those dark
eyes. “With me.” He clarified.
She grinned. “Whew, I’m glad you cleared
that up, for a moment I thought you were offering me your home.”
She pulled back, but he held her tighter.
“ I am…in a way. I want to
spend time with you after this weekend. Do you think you can take a
little more time off from your job so we can get to know each other
better? I’m not ready for whatever we've started to
end.”
Veronique’s eyes misted. She was sure he
heard the loud thumping of her heart against her chest. Could she
give him what he wanted? Hell, a few minutes ago it was the same
thing she wanted, but didn’t dare dream it could become a
reality.
“ I’ll check, but you’ll need
to be willing to come spend time with me as well.”
He tapped
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