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“The latter,” she admitted softly. “But the former sounds nice, too.”
Kyle stared down at her, his eyes dark in the dimness of her foyer. “Are you asking because you don’t want to be alone, or because you want to be with me?”
Meg hesitated. What was the right response here?
The truth. She knew what it was before the words left her mouth. “I want to be with you.”
He reached for her, pulling her tight against his chest.
Meg tilted her head back and his lips found hers. They stood in the entryway kissing until they were both breathless. She was the first to draw back. “Come on,” she said, taking him by the hand. “This way.”
She pulled him toward her bedroom with her legs feeling like jelly. Her heart thudded in her ears, and she said a silent prayer there’d be no more interruptions this time. No needy parents or unwanted phone calls or oven timers with a mind of their own. Just the two of them, doing this thing they’d agreed mere hours ago they absolutely shouldn’t do.
What the hell was she thinking?
She wasn’t thinking. She was feeling. And dammit, that felt good. Meg stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, turning to look at Kyle. He stood staring at the bed.
“It’s new,” she said. “I got it last year at a clearance sale at Sleep Country. In case you’re wondering if I ever?—”
His kiss cut off the rest of her words, which was just as well. Knowing her, she would have kept babbling about the damn bed and the fact that she never slept in it with Matt or did anything else that probably crossed his mind.
Of course, there were the sheets—a wedding gift from a college friend who’d insisted she keep them even after the wedding didn’t happen. The pillows, too, had a history, and Meg tried not to recall the argument she and Matt had gotten into over firmness and thread count and a million other stupid features that seemed worth fighting over at the time.
Had Kyle ever made love to Cara on that cot in his studio? She hadn’t thought of that until just now, and the idea of it felt jarring.
But as Kyle laid her back on the bed, Meg felt her mind let go of all those thoughts. She forgot about Matt and Cara. She forgot about lawsuits and book sales and families and adultery and everything else.
For the time being, she let herself dissolve in Kyle’s arms.
Chapter 15
Kyle woke early with the distinct feeling he was being watched.
He opened his eyes to see Meg sitting cross-legged on the bed beside him, a mug of tea in her hand and a silky blue robe hiding her breasts and everything else from his view.
“Morning,” he mumbled, reaching for her.
“Good morning,” she answered, smiling a little. “I already let Bindi out and fed her some leftover poached chicken breast. I hope that’s okay.”
He grinned and rolled to his side. “She’s going to want to stay here forever.”
Something about the word forever sounded too big for this bedroom, this situation, but Meg didn’t seem to notice. “Do you want coffee?” she asked.
“Actually, I’ll take some of that tea if you don’t mind.” He reached up and flipped the tag dangling over the rim of her mug. “Earl Grey sounds great.”
“Since when are you a tea drinker?”
“Cara got me hooked on it. Started sending me all these articles about how it’s healthier for me than coffee. I gave it a try, and it turns out I like it better.”
“Here, you can have this one,” she said, handing him the mug. “I haven’t even taken a sip yet. I’ll go make another.”
Kyle laughed and sat up, letting her press the mug into his hands. “You really think I’d be worried about sharing a mug with you at this point considering all the places my mouth has been?”
Meg flushed pink and she scrambled off the bed and headed out the door. “I’ll be right back.”
She bustled out to the kitchen, while Kyle set the mug on the nightstand and moved into the bathroom to clean up a little. Splashing water on his face, he spotted her toothpaste in the little clay mug she’d used when she lived with Matt. He turned the cup around, admiring the star pattern on the front and wondering where she’d gotten it and how she and Matt had decided Meg got to keep it when they split.
He smeared some Aquafresh on his finger and used it to scrub away some of the morning breath. He heard Meg shuffling back into the bedroom, so he rinsed his mouth, pushed open the door, and watched her slip back between the covers.
