Page 6 of Dreams That Bind Us
Were theysharingdreams?
She'd heard stories of the phenomenon but never known anyone who'd actually experienced it.
Could he be as tortured as she was, going to bed every night with the same erotic visions of their bodies twining and merging together until there was no beginning or end? Was he waking, sweaty and exhausted, and yearning for someone he’d never met?
She shook her head. The possibility was too disturbing to consider.
Deep down, she had worried this day would come. Her aunt's predictions always came true, so Anna knew better than to take her aunt's foretelling lightly. Yet, she’d laughed it off and shelved it for another time.
But now the time had arrived, and her aunt’s words were especially haunting after feeling James’s hard body against hers, the grip of his powerful hands on her flesh bringing dreams to life. Not to mention those eyes, and the gaze she knew would consume her and leave her begging for more.
With a sigh, she splashed water on her face and used a towel to dry off. There was no helping the shirt, but luckily her truck was just around the corner. Feeling a bit more settled, she made her way to the exit. "I'll keep an eye out for your email, Becky. Thanks," she called over her shoulder.
"Anytime, Anna. See you soon."
Before stepping out, Anna's gaze darted up and down the street. There was no sign of James, only groups of tourists out to enjoy the day. She ran to the safety of her truck, jumped in and started it with a roar. Stomping on the gas, she peeled away much too fast on the busy street. Her sole focus was to return to the peace and sanctuary of her warehouse as quickly as possible.
Chapter 3
Key West
"We'll easily finish ahead of schedule," Jack remarked as the guys made their way to the lobby, winding around teams of painters and carpenters. He was Key West's top historical renovation specialist and James was lucky enough to book him for the restoration work on The Majestic.
Of course, it helped that Jack was married to Charli, who at one time had been James's top attorney for his Boston businesses. Annette had been her paralegal, and now they had both relocated to Key West, each woman falling for the two locals.
"In fact, we have the furniture delivery set for next week," Jack continued. "I think you'll be pleased with the designs we've selected. It'll really give this place a unique island vibe."
"Uh huh," James mumbled, his mind focused on a pair of liquid teal eyes and a riot of white blonde hair, rather than the construction timeline of his hotel. He could still smell Anna's sweet honeysuckle fragrance and the drive to track her down rode him hard.
Annette knew her and how to find her. There had to be a way to crack that nut.
Jack continued to discuss various structural details, but James couldn’t focus. The words went in one ear and out the other. Concentration was impossible after the revelation that morning.
James blinked as fingers snapped in front of his face.
"Hey, man." Gus grinned. "You still with us? We're giving you the best possible news any historic rehabilitation team can and you're zoning out on us."
James stared at Gus, an idea forming. The man had been born and raised in Key West. He'd know how to find Anna.
James chuckled. "Sorry about that. I have a lot on my plate right now and my mind wandered a bit."
"Yeah, that’s understandable. I heard about your little incident this morning. I'd guess that's why you haven't listened to a damn thing we've said in the last thirty minutes."
"My incident?" James asked, his gaze ping-ponging between Jack and Gus, who wore matching smirks.
The corner of Gus's lip curled. "What else would you call it? Practically running over a very pretty young lady, who I've been given very strict orders not to discuss with you, by the way, and completely dousing her in coffee."
"Annette told you?" James choked out, his blood pressure shooting to the moon.
"Of course she told me. We don't hide anything from each other, man." Gus chuckled. "She also told me that you'd probably try to pry information from us about this mystery woman. But I've been ordered not to say a word." He twisted his lips with his fingers and tossed them to the side, as if throwing away a key. "I'm like Fort Knox."
Jack patted James on the back. "Same goes for me. But don't worry, buddy. There is a way for you to see her again very soon."
"What the hell does that mean?" James snarled. He’d had enough of these cryptic messages he kept receiving.
Jack shrugged, unperturbed by his tone. "It means you'll want to be here next week. Monday, in particular."
James narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that when the custom furniture you've ordered is to be delivered?"
