Page 67 of Fall Into Temptation
He grinned and Eva felt like the world got more beautiful.
“I had to order this one online since Fitz sold out of them.”
“Really?” Eva grinned. “I have to admit. I’m surprised at how respectful Blue Moon is being. No one’s approached me on the street or accosted me in my house, except for Joey who climbed up a drainpipe to demand autographs.”
“Blue Moon’s never dealt with a real celebrity before.”
“So, what do you think of the books?” Eva prodded him in the chest.
“I think you’re very good at what you do, and like the fans in your reader’s group on Facebook, I think Shelly and Brandt deserve their own book.”
“You take being supportive to a whole new level,” Eva told him.
They fell into satisfied silence, and she listened to the steady beat of his heart under her ear. She felt the sting of well-earned carpet burns on her knees and back, saw the dim glow of the town’s street lights through the blinds covering the window.
“What are you thinking?” Donovan asked, stroking his hand through her hair.
“I’m trying not to ask you about your orgasm-induced proclamations or what all this means. I’m also choreographing this as a scene for my book, and trying to decide what I’m going to eat as a snack tonight.”
“Your brain is a wonder.”
“Did you mean it?” she asked, raising up to look at him.
“Every word, every time,” he vowed. “And before you ask me how I can be so sure, ask yourself if you’ve ever felt this way with any man before. You were meant for me. So, you might as well start getting used to it.”
“I think it’s a lot to take in,” Eva sighed.
“That’s what she said.”
“Donovan!”
“Sorry. I left my maturity in my pants.”
“You’re cute when you’re not being Mr. Authority Figure.”
“I’m cute then, too. Cute and bossy,” he argued.
“I’m crazy about you, Sheriff Sexy.”
“I know you are, Evangelina. And soon you’re going to figure out that you’re desperately in love with me.”
“You’re awfully confident for someone who imprisoned a tuba player.”
“Right is right. There are rules that everyone needs to follow. Honesty, decency, not destroying public property. And then there are laws of nature. That’s you and me. We’re right, and you’ll see.”
“So, what do we do now?” Eva asked.
“Now? I take you home to my place, and we spend the night together. And if my phone rings before morning, I’m locking the bastard up without bail.”
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If sex with Donovan was Eva’s just dessert, his home was the icing on top. He lived a mile south of Blue Moon. Tucked into the woods by way of a long gravel drive, the house appeared in Donovan’s headlights through a clearing. Cedar shingles covered the exterior of the two-story house. It had the rustic charm of a cabin but with a little more space and a lot more windows. The wide front porch glowed under the light of a single lantern next to the front door. The trees surrounding the house were a riot of autumnal colors of rusts and golds.
He ushered her in through the front door and flicked light switches on his way through to the kitchen. It was a bachelor’s cabin, Eva thought, with its wood tones and stone fireplace. Few knickknacks to clutter up the space. There was a loft that overlooked the living room. A pristine dining room table occupied the space in front of a wall of windows overlooking the back of the property.
The kitchen. Oh, the kitchen. Eva trailed a finger over the white quartz that topped gray cabinets. She could cook here with a glass of wine and a view of the woods.
Donovan grabbed two bottles of water out of his refrigerator and handed one over. “I don’t know about you, but I’m weak with dehydration and hunger.”
