Page 48 of Need You
Chapter Ten
Delaney wanted to invite Colt in after dinner, but he seemed to be in a rush to get home. He was tough to read. Flirty one minute, almost standoffish the next. But she could tell he really had loved her gift, even if it was just silly shorts. He didn’t strike her as the type to make a big fuss over something if he wasn’t impressed.
She peeked out the window and the lights in his house came on. It was too early to go to bed, so she wandered up to her studio. The shades were coming on Friday, but as long as Colt was up she figured she could work a few hours. Before she knew it, she was cutting out a pair of pants similar to the shorts. He’d asked for them, so why not? It wasn’t as if she had any other ideas. And she’d quite enjoyed fitting him, touching all those hard-as-granite muscles. A lot of male models spent countless hours in the gym and still couldn’t attain a physique like Colt’s. She would bet he got his build from outdoor sports rather than working out in a fitness center. Doubtful he had room in his busy life.
Because she’d gotten the preliminary work done on the shorts, the pants took half the time. Before Delaney knew it, she’d finished the last row of stitches. She turned on the iron and carefully pressed her seams. It felt good to be working again, even if it was just for fun. Besides, Colt deserved her gratitude for coming to her defense and chasing Robert off the way he had. Not that Delaney couldn’t have done it herself. She wasn’t afraid of her ex or even remotely intimidated by him. Still, it was nice to have someone in her corner. Plus, having her handsome neighbor rush in like that in front of Robert had been good for her ego.
She put the last touches on the pants, playing around with the pockets to get them just right and reinforcing some of the seams. Rugged pants for a rugged guy. A guy she had nothing in common with. The list of their differences was a mile long.
She was an urbanite, while Colt obviously reveled in his small-town roots. He gravitated toward anything adventurous while her idea of daring was testing a new restaurant. She’d always aspired to be a famous designer and move to a glamorous city while he seemed perfectly content with being the chief of a small police department. Pretty wide gulf between them.
Still, she was a little fixated on him. She chalked it up to postdivorce infatuation, nothing more.
Holding the pants up, she liked what she saw. They were even better than the shorts. A nice silhouette. Slim through the hips and tight enough through the seat to showcase a fabulous backside. Excited, she grabbed the pants, went downstairs, dashed outside, and crossed over to Colt’s house.
It took a while but he finally opened the door in his boxer shorts and a heavy dose of sleep in his voice. That’s when it hit her that all his lights had been out.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
No shirt, just his Gerard Butler chest staring her in the face. And his hair sticking up on end should’ve been the opposite of hot. But somehow it worked for him and the temperature rose twenty degrees.
She took one look at his sexy, sleepy self, then at her watch, and flushed with embarrassment. Here she was on his doorstep at two a.m. in the same dress she wore to dinner. This could only look like one thing.
“Sorry,” she stammered, and started to go.
“Delaney.”
She turned around to face him and that’s when he kissed her. Soft and slow at first, then exploring her mouth with his tongue. Delaney leaned in, reveling in the taste and feel of him—so good—realizing that if she let this go any further, they’d wind up doing a whole lot more than kissing. But as he took the kiss further, tangling his hands in her hair and holding her head so he could go deeper, she let him. Then, somewhere at the back of her mind, good sense told her to stop, even though her body told her something entirely different.
She must’ve froze, because he stopped and dragged his hand through his hair, visibly confused. “You want to come in?” That’s when he spied the pants she awkwardly held in her hands. “Ah, jeez. Did I misinterpret what was going on here ... you coming over here like this?”
“No . . . yes . . . I got caught up making these and lost track of the time.” She shoved the pants at him and covered her face, mortified.
“Hey.” He gently pried her hands away. “No worries, just a small misunderstanding. We’re all good.” Colt tugged her inside and maneuvered her toward the couch in the living room. “Take a seat.”
“Just for a minute. Just long enough to apologize.”
He glanced at the pants, surprised. “You made these after we got home from dinner?”
She nodded. “I hope the light didn’t disturb you.” The light? How about her banging on his door at two in the morning? “Sometimes I get so immersed in what I’m doing it’s like a trance.”
He got up and walked into his kitchen, which was right off the living room. The house wasn’t overly large. She didn’t know if she was supposed to follow him but eventually did, interested to know what he was doing. He had the refrigerator door open and was drinking milk out of the carton.
When Colt saw her watching him, he said, “You want some?”
“Uh . . . no, thanks. I should go.”
“You don’t want me to try on the pants?” He motioned toward the kitchen table where he’d put them down.
“You can do it later, when you’re fully up.” Oh God, had she just said that? “I mean ... uh, after you get home from work.”
He checked the clock over his stove. “I’m awake now. May as well do it. Did you bring your pins?”
She hadn’t, which made it look even more like a booty call. “Really, Colt, let’s do this another time. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You sure?” He was trying to smooth over the situation, which wasn’t working.
“Look,” she said, deciding to be up-front, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you. But I really did lose track of time and came over to bring you the pants, not to fool around. I swear.”
