Christie Craig Divorced, Desperate

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.It was only when she had the perfect knot and had given his chest the old one-two pat that she realized what she’d done.She also realized how close she now stood to him, how good it felt to be close.Lord have mercy on her, she’d missed having her body in close proximity to a man.And not just any man.Her next intake of breath carried Luke’s scent: fresh cut grass with that hint of mint.It took everything she had not to bury her nose in his shoulder and lean on him.It had been a hard day.If she ever needed to lean on someone, it was now.“Sorry,” she said.“Old habits.”He had his hands on her waist, just the way Tom used to do when she did his tie every morning.She’d pack his lunch, tie his tie, kiss him and send him off to work.And for what? So he could fall in love with a dumpy woman almost twice her age.Could someone please explain that? Kathy’s chest grew heavy as she looked at the way Luke studied her.He wanted her.Desired her.That desire had fed her self-confidence for years, and before all of today’s craziness she’d been about to give in.Her stomach pinched with fear—fear that had nothing to do with men shooting at her or stealing a car.This was deeper, more personal.What if her ex was right that she just didn’t have what it took to please a man? That she sucked in bed.And not the good kind of suck.She took a step back.Luke continued to look at her.“It’s back,” he said.“What’s back?”He shook his head.“That look you always get when I get close.Back at my place, I thought…”“Thought what?” she asked, not certain why she wanted to know.But she did.“We should go.” He handed her the leash.The brief touch of his hand sent a jolt of emotion racing up her arm.“What did you think?” she asked again.He paused, took a breath and then said, “That you finally realized how good we’d be together.That I just might be the kind of guy you’d like hanging around.”“Oh.” Okay, she’d had to ask, hadn’t she? Now how did she respond? Clueless, she took charge of the dog and started walking.The puppy didn’t move.“And we would have been good,” Luke added in a frustrated voice.She gave the leash a tug, planning to ignore the remark.“Come on, Goodwill.” The dog started shaking his head and whining.“Why don’t you carry it?” Luke asked, and looked back at the road as if watching for cars.Kathy picked up the dog, gave it a scratch behind the ears and started walking.“You named it Goodwill?” Luke moved in beside her.“I figure Tommy will want to rename it, but for now Goodwill will do.”“He’ll love it,” Luke said.“Boys need a dog.”Her mind shot back to how long Tommy had been asking for a canine companion.“He’s had lots of pets.Gerbils and the turtle.I haven’t deprived him.”“I didn’t say you have.It’s just gerbils and turtles can’t chase balls,” Luke pointed out, and as his gaze met hers, it was as if he could read her insecurities.“Look, I didn’t mean that you…Hell, you’re the best mom I know.Tommy’s lucky.”“I’m lucky,” Kathy replied.After she took a couple of steps, she glanced back at the White Elephant parked on the side of the road.“I hope you’re right about me getting my van back.”“Don’t worry.”He kept saying that, but it hadn’t stopped him from worrying.She recalled seeing his brow pinch whenever he fell quiet, and she’d wager it wasn’t from having positive thoughts.The gun he tucked in the back of his jeans pretty much made that a safe bet, too.Chapter TwelveFor the first few minutes they walked in silence.Then he asked, “Your husband…he wore a tie?”“Yeah.” She answered without looking at him, and she could almost feel his hands on her waist.“What did he do for a living?”She swallowed, recalling he’d asked about Tom one day when he was over changing out her bathroom faucet.She hadn’t wanted to talk about her past to him then, and she still didn’t.“Can we change the subject?”They made it couple of more feet.“He was a cop, wasn’t he?”She looked over at Luke.“No.Why would you think that?”“Because you don’t…” He paused.“What was he?”The puppy whined and plopped his wet nose on her chest.“An accountant.”His gaze was on the dog or her breasts, but he looked up.“I suppose you don’t like that I was an accountant, too? For the bad guys.”“It’s on my list [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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