Page 66 of Shape Of My Heart
Chapter15
Josh couldn’t have been moresweet and caring towards her. He took her home and fixed up the guest room properly to make sure she wascomfortable.
Amy was grateful to him and his kindness and appreciated that he took time out to make sure she was okay. Or as close to okay as possible. She was devastated about her dress, and really didn’t know whattodo.
Since he gave her the day off she slept in till ten and couldn’t have been more surprised when he came in with a tray ofbreakfast.
“You brought me breakfast in bed?” She sat up and smiled at him. She’d never had breakfast in bedbefore.
“I did, and you’ll love this.” He looked proud of himself as he placed the tray before her. She looked down at it, narrowed her eyes, and smiled at the amusingdisplay.
He’d made her pancakes and created smiley faces on top of them with chocolate syrup. There were also little macaroons, like the ones she’d seen in those fancy European stores. These were in the shape of pink unicorns and teddy bears. He’d also made scrambled eggs and toast, which he cut up in triangles. It looked like something you’d give achild.
“Josh, this looks like a kid’s meal. A very cool kid’s meal.” She couldn’t believe she could laugh, despite her inner turmoil. “How old do you thinkIam?”
He gave her that wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look. “Um, is that a question I’m meant toanswer?”
“You can if you want to.” Now she really wondered how old he thoughtshewas.
He grimaced. “Please just tell me you’re legal because I’m at risk of going to prison if you aren’t.” He looked at her breasts and kept his gaze there. “You’re not wearing a braareyou?”
“Josh,” she chided him, pulling up the sheets to her chin. No she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t normally wear onetobed.
“I’m sorry. It’s that Italian blood thingagain.”
She giggled. “Anyway, you thought I might not be legal?” There was no way she looked thatyoung.
“Well you always get all squeamish when I talk about sex and you said you wanted to take things slow, so it occurred to me that maybe that was because you were waiting to turn eighteen. Either that or you escaped from the convent. I hope I’mwrong.”
She couldn’t believe she was laughing. “Josh, you thought I was either under eighteen, oranun.”
He shrugged sheepishly. “Anything can happenthesedays.”
She laughed even more. Really laughed, and he did too. “And I’m not squeamishaboutsex.”
Mischief filled his eyes. “Have you done itbefore?”
Great, now he thought she was a virgin. “If you must know, yes I have. Not as much as you. Definitely not as muchasyou.”
“Hey, I can’t help that women crawl all over me. I swear to God some of them just land on me and we just end up doing the wilddance.”
“Joshua Mancini you better hope the good Lord didn’t hear you just lie through your pearlywhites.”
He looked at her, studying her, and smiled. “You just sounded like Corey. His family is originally from Texas. His southern accent comes out when he’s well and truly annoyedwithme.”
She blinked and looked down at the tray he’d set before her. Amy had lived in New York for so long that her southern drawl had diminished to some extent. Living in Atlanta where there was a good mix of accents meant that hers had never been as strong and pronounced as her mother’s, who was originally fromLouisiana.
It didn’t surprise her to hear that Corey was from Texas. Aside from the hint of an accent she’d detected in his voice, he had the good manners of a southerngentleman.
Josh continued to observe her, and she knew why. Last night had opened the door to a lot of questions. The biggest of all was what she was doing in an apartment like that in downtown when she workedforhim.
She held his gaze, pulled in a deep breath, and said, “I’m from Atlanta. I moved to New York aftercollege.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t know that weeks ago.” His eyes never left hers. “I feel really bad that I didn’t try to find out more about you when you helped me through such a tough time. It occurred to me that I don’t even know how oldyouare.”
“I’m thirty-three.”
“You don’t look a day over twenty,” he smiled. He certainly knew how to make a girl feel good, especially when she felt more like a hundredyearsold.
