thought…I’m here…and I really like Santa Adalia…and… Shit, Ainslie, I want to spend more time with you.”
She stared at him, their fingers still joined. “I don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Hell, neither do I.” He rubbed his face.
“I don’t have any plans. Matthew and I were going to do something tonight, but probably just a movie or something.”
“I could take you out for dinner again,” he said, suggesting the first thing that came to his mind. Her eyes flickered.
“You don’t have to do that. I could cook dinner for us. I was thinking about going to the Farmers Market this afternoon and picking up some things.” She took a breath. “Are you going to stay until tomorrow?”
He nodded slowly, watching her face. “If that’s okay.”
She nodded, too.
He had the feeling he’d had the first time he’d parachuted: jumping out of the plane, freefalling, praying with every fiber of his being the parachute would open. This time he wasn’t so sure he even had a parachute.
He grinned and lifted her fingers to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to them and watched her eyes darken. “I’m starving. Let me make you breakfast.”
She gave him a slow, reluctant smile back. “ You’re going to make me breakfast? In my kitchen?”
“Sure.” He slid off the stool and refilled both their coffee mugs. “You must have something.”
Together they looked through her fridge and pantry, and while he whipped up eggs for omelets, she made toast and poured juice.
“I can’t believe you cook.” Amusement shaded her voice.
“Of course,” he said with mock affront. “How would I survive without cooking?”
“Lots of guys do. And I don’t recall you having any culinary skills.”
“Living in a dorm doesn’t give you a lot of opportunity. And I wasn’t about to start cooking in your mom’s kitchen.”
She grinned.
“That’s the best kind of margarine.” He nodded approvingly as she spread the toast.
“You’re just full of surprises. What do you know about margarine?”
“Hey, I know all about those trans fats and saturated fats. It’s important to be healthy.”
She nodded, appearing bemused. “That’s true. I wish I had more patients like you. I’d have less business if people lived healthier lifestyles.”
“Yeah. That’s the problem with our health care system,” he said enthusiastically, stirring the eggs in the pan.
She lifted her brows at him. “Huh?”
“Too many sick people.”
She laughed. “You know, I think you just hit the nail on the head.”
They talked as they ate breakfast, although he was distracted by Ainslie’s robe that kept falling open, revealing the curves of her breasts, a bit pink from his whiskers. When she crossed her legs, the short robe fell open there, too, and he couldn’t help but look, wondering if her thighs bore the marks of his attention as well.
She tugged the robe closed, apparently aware of his eyes on her.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’ve seen you naked.”
She blushed then and it was pretty and sweet, but she left the robe alone and his mind went a little fuzzy as he continued to fork eggs mindlessly into his mouth while staring at her cleavage. God, what he wanted to do with that flesh.
He shifted on his stool as his jeans tightened. “What time does the market open?”
She glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled. “I think about eight o’clock.”
It was almost noon and he laughed. “Okay, I guess we can go anytime.”
“There’s no rush. Although the best stuff is probably already gone. I’d like to have a shower.”
“ Great idea.” He dumped his plate into the sink and tossed back the last of his orange juice. “Let’s go.”
She shook her head, amusement tipping the corners of her pouty mouth. “Um…that’s not what I meant.”
“What?” He moved closed and pulled her against him, slipping the belt of the robe open. He drew the sides of the robe apart so her breasts were
She stared at him, their fingers still joined. “I don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Hell, neither do I.” He rubbed his face.
“I don’t have any plans. Matthew and I were going to do something tonight, but probably just a movie or something.”
“I could take you out for dinner again,” he said, suggesting the first thing that came to his mind. Her eyes flickered.
“You don’t have to do that. I could cook dinner for us. I was thinking about going to the Farmers Market this afternoon and picking up some things.” She took a breath. “Are you going to stay until tomorrow?”
He nodded slowly, watching her face. “If that’s okay.”
She nodded, too.
He had the feeling he’d had the first time he’d parachuted: jumping out of the plane, freefalling, praying with every fiber of his being the parachute would open. This time he wasn’t so sure he even had a parachute.
He grinned and lifted her fingers to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to them and watched her eyes darken. “I’m starving. Let me make you breakfast.”
She gave him a slow, reluctant smile back. “ You’re going to make me breakfast? In my kitchen?”
“Sure.” He slid off the stool and refilled both their coffee mugs. “You must have something.”
Together they looked through her fridge and pantry, and while he whipped up eggs for omelets, she made toast and poured juice.
“I can’t believe you cook.” Amusement shaded her voice.
“Of course,” he said with mock affront. “How would I survive without cooking?”
“Lots of guys do. And I don’t recall you having any culinary skills.”
“Living in a dorm doesn’t give you a lot of opportunity. And I wasn’t about to start cooking in your mom’s kitchen.”
She grinned.
“That’s the best kind of margarine.” He nodded approvingly as she spread the toast.
“You’re just full of surprises. What do you know about margarine?”
“Hey, I know all about those trans fats and saturated fats. It’s important to be healthy.”
She nodded, appearing bemused. “That’s true. I wish I had more patients like you. I’d have less business if people lived healthier lifestyles.”
“Yeah. That’s the problem with our health care system,” he said enthusiastically, stirring the eggs in the pan.
She lifted her brows at him. “Huh?”
“Too many sick people.”
She laughed. “You know, I think you just hit the nail on the head.”
They talked as they ate breakfast, although he was distracted by Ainslie’s robe that kept falling open, revealing the curves of her breasts, a bit pink from his whiskers. When she crossed her legs, the short robe fell open there, too, and he couldn’t help but look, wondering if her thighs bore the marks of his attention as well.
She tugged the robe closed, apparently aware of his eyes on her.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’ve seen you naked.”
She blushed then and it was pretty and sweet, but she left the robe alone and his mind went a little fuzzy as he continued to fork eggs mindlessly into his mouth while staring at her cleavage. God, what he wanted to do with that flesh.
He shifted on his stool as his jeans tightened. “What time does the market open?”
She glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled. “I think about eight o’clock.”
It was almost noon and he laughed. “Okay, I guess we can go anytime.”
“There’s no rush. Although the best stuff is probably already gone. I’d like to have a shower.”
“ Great idea.” He dumped his plate into the sink and tossed back the last of his orange juice. “Let’s go.”
She shook her head, amusement tipping the corners of her pouty mouth. “Um…that’s not what I meant.”
“What?” He moved closed and pulled her against him, slipping the belt of the robe open. He drew the sides of the robe apart so her breasts were
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