Page 94 of Luck Be Mine
“You’re thinking too hard.” Cait purposefully let her warm breath tickle Hunt’s ear and teased the arch with her lips. He eased his hand under her red dress and casually caressed her knee. Sighing, she let the love shiver through her.
Her husband, the cool and calm officer in charge, finally relaxed. The dark theater was full, more so than she thought it would be when she brought the movie to his attention. Of course, it was a week to Halloween.
Still, they had the back row to themselves, and he was enjoying this one. Probably because he had an eye on the ghostbuster’s weapons. This relaxed Hunt was better than the nervous Hunt she’d sat across from at a dinner she could have cooked better at home.
“You’re not paying attention,” he whispered, returning a light nip on her ear.
“I know how it ends.” She grinned to herself, but he caught the sass and squeezed her knee.
“You don’t like this movie?” His mouth, her neck, a teasing kiss.
“I do like this movie, but I’m wishing we’d streamed it.” She gripped her drink and took a sip to settle the heat moving from breast to core.
He took her free hand and threaded his fingers through hers. “Not bad for a first date.”
A minute went by before she could look at him without a swell of emotion in her eyes. His solid presence beside her was everything she’d been missing. The feel of him sank deep and soothed sore places.
The big finale, the music swelled, and she twisted in her seat to give her husband a quick, thorough kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Taking advantage of the dark before the lights come on.”
Hunt eyed her, head to toe. “Have you ever made out in a movie theater?”
“No, and I’m not starting now. These seats are worse than the red sofa.”
Hunt silently chuckled. “Just checking.”
Two couples ahead of them stood to leave. Hunt followed their cue and rose.
She took her drink to throw in the trash, grasp his hand, and led them out of the row. “What now?”
“How about we go someplace special. Let’s check out the stars.” He searched in his pocket for his keys.
The harsh light in the hallway made her squint, and she hurried to get outside into the dark.
He swung an arm around her and pulled her close. “What’s the rush?”
“Hate these theater lights after sitting in the dark. Outside is better.”
He grinned. “Won’t argue with that.”
She rolled her eyes and giggled. “Frogman humor.” He kept her close through the parking lot, a protection she appreciated.
Could she take care of herself? Yes.
Did she like letting him do it? Yes.
He opened the door and helped her into her seat. His strong, warm hands guided, and her brain misfired and went right to where this whole night promised to go. First date territory with a we’ve-been-married-a-while anticipation chaser.
He could have kissed her, but he didn’t. He shut the door and walked around to his side. He didn’t get in. He slid his phone out of his pocket and answered. She hadn’t heard it ring. Disappointment crashed. He was going to have to leave. She’d be in an Uber home. Man, there were times.
She watched like a hawk but couldn’t read anything from his expression. Screw adjusting her face to be supportive. It was what she always did. The habit wasn’t real and didn’t keep the promise they’d made about coping with what they were and not pretending.
She missed him disconnecting. The door opened, and he slid into his seat, putting the phone in the console.
“They need you?” Her voice wavered and she cursed herself.
