Page 45 of V is for Valentine
A tingly warmth swept through her body at the memory of the long, almost lazy kiss, followed by a conscious tightening of her jaw muscles. This was crazy.
Felicity picked up the broom and began sweeping again with a vengeance, raising a cloud of fine white dust. Not since Sean had she reacted to a man like this and look what that had led to.
But, while kissing Sean had been heady, kissing Danny was…well…his skills were definitely in a more elite league than Sean’s, and that was something worth getting nervous about.
So your next move will be…?
Felicity stopped sweeping and leaned her chin on her cupped hands atop the broom. She hadn’t a clue, even though she’d been in this situation before; a situation where she had to say no for logical reasons—temperament, distance, practicalities—when she really wanted to say yes. She’d given the wrong answer before. Saying yes had ended up being disastrous.
She didn’t want to go through anything like that again.
“Then say yes, for now,”her troublesome inner voice murmured.
Yes, for now?
Felicity cocked her head thoughtfully.
There was a concept.
She started sweeping again. Maybe that was all Danny wanted, too. Yes, for now. Again the sweeping stopped.
No. He’d spoken of giving things a chance, while she was all about enjoying the moment while it was upon them. And wouldn’t it be better, easier, tonotadd a new and potentially confusing facet to her life at this point in time?
Yes.
But—
Knock it off, she growled at her inner voice.It’s settled.
But it wasn’t, and she knew it.
*
Stevie’s and Tess’scars were parked at the curb when Felicity pulled into her father’s driveway, emotionally drained after debating solutions to the Danny problem while she first swept, then drove home. Danny’s driveway was empty, and his house was dark, but she now knew where he was. Or assumed she knew. If he wasn’t at his warehouse, it was none of her business.
“Where is everyone?” Felicity called as she walked into an empty living room.
“I’m tired of that chair,” her dad called from the kitchen. “I’ve been getting around fairly good today. Getting back some of my stamina.”
“Don’t overdo it,” Felicity said as she came through the kitchen doorway.
“I’ve already been warned.” Pete gave Stevie and Tess a look. “That’s why I’m waiting until Monday to see the project. Bud’s bringing me,” he added.
“He’s renting a wheelchair,” Stevie said.
“I’ll do fine with crutches,” Pete shot back.
“I’m glad you’re coming. We’re on schedule thanks to Stevie and Tess.” Felicity headed for the fridge. “Is there any food left?”
“Spaghetti on the top shelf,” Stevie said.
Felicity microwaved a plate of spaghetti, then ate it while leaning against the counter as her sisters and dad finished their game of three-handed pinochle. After trouncing his offspring, Pete got out of his chair, balancing on his good leg while he got the crutches under his arms, and then announced that he was going to catch the day’s sporting recap.
Felicity put her plate aside to go with him and help him back into his chair, but Tess made a slicing movement across her neck and Stevie gave a quick shake of her head.
Independence. Right.
Felicity waited for the television to come on before taking a seat at the table with her sisters.
