Passions Recalled: Forbidden Passions, Book 2 by Loribelle Hunt Page B
Authors: Loribelle Hunt
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old times.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to grab some pants. Then we’ll eat.”
He strode from the room, leaving her breathless. She turned and stared at the stove. Yes, it was like old times. Jason leaving in the morning, and her having dinner ready when he returned. A little sex to heat things up first. Shaking her head, she searched the cabinets for plates and set two out, doling out the sandwiches before turning the search to bowls, which she set next to the plates on the small kitchen table. Then she hurried from the room to get cleaned up. She used the small half-bath off the living room and returned just before Jason reentered the kitchen.
She leaned her hip against the counter and studied him when he entered. She didn’t know what to make of his mood. He seemed calm, unaffected, as if she didn’t just have a mind blowing orgasm and had every right to do so in his kitchen. As if he expected her to be there, or she’d never left. If only she could remember how she’d ended up here.
“Are we eating?” he asked and arched an eyebrow when she shrugged instead of answering.
He reached for the handle of the pot and carried it to the table, while she skipped out of his path, watching. Silently, he ladled stew into two bowls and set the empty pan back on the stove before pulling out a chair.
She just stood and watched, wondering where the angry man from earlier was. Were they pretending the last year hadn’t happened?
“Sit down and eat, baby. We’ll talk about it after dinner.”
No longer hungry, she sat and reluctantly picked up a spoon, swirled it around without lifting a bite. She refused to meet his gaze. The situation was too surreal to be believed. She was afraid if she blinked she’d wake up back home in her bed. Alone.
“So we’re just going to pretend like we’ve been doing this every day for the last year? No big deal?”
He smiled and took a bite of the stew. “Yep.”
“Why?”
Jason set the spoon down. She noticed he was almost finished anyway, as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. In anyone else, it might have looked like a defensive posture. She only saw the bulk of his arms, the expanse of his shoulders. Jerking her gaze up, she met his and caught his smile before he hid it. She frowned. Being so transparent in her appreciation was only going to hurt in the end. He let her watch him for several seconds before he answered.
“It’s a fantasy.” He shrugged. “Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed you were with me? That you didn’t die in that crash? It never occurred to me after I saw pictures of the wreckage that you could be alive. One of our kind wouldn’t have survived. Hell, my father didn’t. Why should you have?”
“I must have a stronger will to live than you imagined then,” she whispered. She wanted him to understand where that will had come from. She lifted her chin and added in a louder voice that wobbled at the end, “I kept expecting you to come. Even weeks later.”
He concealed the hurt that flared in his eyes so quickly she almost missed it, and she regretted her words. Nothing could change the past. There was no point in dwelling on it, hammering it home over and over again. Even if he were human, he would be dominant and protective. His nature, his character wouldn’t allow someone he cared for to suffer without aid or friendship at the least.
The question was, was there a future for them? And if so, what would it be? After Jason filled his family in on her family’s deceit they would never accept her, and hers had never accepted him. She wanted to curl into a ball and cry, wanted to shove the returning memories into a dark hole where they couldn’t hurt her. She’d loved Jason, been happy and excited at the possibility of a future with him. Then there’d been nothing but pain, physical and emotional. She couldn’t go back to that, but she couldn’t see a way around it. After the year
He strode from the room, leaving her breathless. She turned and stared at the stove. Yes, it was like old times. Jason leaving in the morning, and her having dinner ready when he returned. A little sex to heat things up first. Shaking her head, she searched the cabinets for plates and set two out, doling out the sandwiches before turning the search to bowls, which she set next to the plates on the small kitchen table. Then she hurried from the room to get cleaned up. She used the small half-bath off the living room and returned just before Jason reentered the kitchen.
She leaned her hip against the counter and studied him when he entered. She didn’t know what to make of his mood. He seemed calm, unaffected, as if she didn’t just have a mind blowing orgasm and had every right to do so in his kitchen. As if he expected her to be there, or she’d never left. If only she could remember how she’d ended up here.
“Are we eating?” he asked and arched an eyebrow when she shrugged instead of answering.
He reached for the handle of the pot and carried it to the table, while she skipped out of his path, watching. Silently, he ladled stew into two bowls and set the empty pan back on the stove before pulling out a chair.
She just stood and watched, wondering where the angry man from earlier was. Were they pretending the last year hadn’t happened?
“Sit down and eat, baby. We’ll talk about it after dinner.”
No longer hungry, she sat and reluctantly picked up a spoon, swirled it around without lifting a bite. She refused to meet his gaze. The situation was too surreal to be believed. She was afraid if she blinked she’d wake up back home in her bed. Alone.
“So we’re just going to pretend like we’ve been doing this every day for the last year? No big deal?”
He smiled and took a bite of the stew. “Yep.”
“Why?”
Jason set the spoon down. She noticed he was almost finished anyway, as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. In anyone else, it might have looked like a defensive posture. She only saw the bulk of his arms, the expanse of his shoulders. Jerking her gaze up, she met his and caught his smile before he hid it. She frowned. Being so transparent in her appreciation was only going to hurt in the end. He let her watch him for several seconds before he answered.
“It’s a fantasy.” He shrugged. “Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed you were with me? That you didn’t die in that crash? It never occurred to me after I saw pictures of the wreckage that you could be alive. One of our kind wouldn’t have survived. Hell, my father didn’t. Why should you have?”
“I must have a stronger will to live than you imagined then,” she whispered. She wanted him to understand where that will had come from. She lifted her chin and added in a louder voice that wobbled at the end, “I kept expecting you to come. Even weeks later.”
He concealed the hurt that flared in his eyes so quickly she almost missed it, and she regretted her words. Nothing could change the past. There was no point in dwelling on it, hammering it home over and over again. Even if he were human, he would be dominant and protective. His nature, his character wouldn’t allow someone he cared for to suffer without aid or friendship at the least.
The question was, was there a future for them? And if so, what would it be? After Jason filled his family in on her family’s deceit they would never accept her, and hers had never accepted him. She wanted to curl into a ball and cry, wanted to shove the returning memories into a dark hole where they couldn’t hurt her. She’d loved Jason, been happy and excited at the possibility of a future with him. Then there’d been nothing but pain, physical and emotional. She couldn’t go back to that, but she couldn’t see a way around it. After the year
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