Page 51 of Stolen Kisses
Krista snapped her gaze to meet his. “Me? We should be picking Grace’s and Jack’s favorites.”
He shrugged an easy shoulder. “I figure we have one more night at the cabin. Might as well get something for us, too.”
Us?This was what had her bordering on confusion and pissed-off right now. She couldn’t figure out what Noah was thinking and that infuriated her. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His expression was unreadable. She really wanted him to argue with her. To tell her that last night had changed everything between them. That he’d never be the same again. Her fantasy was right out of a romantic movie. And it was stupid, which made her feel stupid, andugh!
Krista swallowed past the huge lump in her throat, wishing her cellphone had better reception up here. She needed to talk to Grace or Abby. They would know what she should do. Of course that would mean spilling to them that she’d been foolish enough to have sex with Noah last night, using the spiked condoms that she’d purchased for Grace’s honeymoon.Geez.Chalk last night up to temporary insanity because she must have been insane to think having sex with Noah could ever lead to anything more.
“We’ll be doing a lot of cleaning today and probably all night,” she said, shaking her head. She sucked in a deep breath, willing her emotions away.
Then Noah stepped closer, his body heat enveloped her, and her head began to spin. Her heart took off like a runaway mare with no chance in hell to catch it.
He dropped his voice. “I think we have time to do more than clean.”
There was an edge to his voice that she’d heard last night. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. She watched as he grabbed a bottle of red wine and placed it inside the cart.
“For us,” he said.
There was that word again.Us.She resisted, but finally met his eyes, and if she wasn’t mistaken there was a heat there that she’d also seen last night.
“I’d hate for you to spend the whole weekend cleaning. The mountains here are a place you don’t want to miss, and I’m kind of looking forward to seeing it through your eyes.”
“I’ve been to the mountains before,” she said, still guarded and now wholly confused. And under no illusion that she’d be able to resist any advances he made toward her again this weekend. When it came to him, she was a goner.
“Yes, but you haven’t experienced the Sawyer mountains.”
Despite her frustration, she laughed. “Now you own the mountains?”
“No. But my family does claim that little section of heaven on earth in front of them. Maybe I can take you fishing on the lake tonight. I know how much you like fishing in new places.”
Only because of him. If it wasn’t for Noah, she could probably not have cared less about fishing.
“What do you say? We can clean today and relax with wine on the water tonight.”
Against her better judgment, she nodded. Because that word “together” sounded nice in reference to them. The word “us” made her heart illuminate like a well-lit gazebo. This was insanity. But part of her couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t such a lost cause. Maybe there was a chance, however small. After all, he’d never looked at her like he had last night. He’d never touched or kissed her—until last night. “Okay,” she said. “That sounds nice.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” He took hold of the cart and started pushing it forward. “And maybe you’ll teach me a little bit about romantic cooking, since apparently I know nothing.”
A laugh bubbled up on her lips again. The lump in her throat was gone. “Well, have you ever cooked a romantic meal for a woman?”
“I don’t usually do romance. But maybe we should get another serving of that pasta so I can make up for myunromantic stew.” He winked again.
If he didn’t do romance, why was he offering to do it with her? Maybe the boy down the road, who she never thought would grow up, just might.
