Page 70 of No More Secrets
“That would be perfect. I’d love that.”
“You didn’t let me finish. It turns out that my mother has other plans. We’re having everyone over tonight and grilling.”
“One last hurrah,” Summer said sadly.
“It won’t be the last,” he promised.
She sipped the juice and swallowed hard. Tomorrow night she’d be in her own bed in her own apartment, three hours away from the farm, from Blue Moon, from Carter.
She thought she’d be excited about going home. It was where she belonged. Lord knew she had more than enough work to catch up on. And a good story to write. But there was no Carter Pierce in the city. And there was no senior editor job in Blue Moon.
They would just see where things went.
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They spent the rest of the day in companionable silence, both working in Carter’s office upstairs. Summer made headway on the article and handled magazine-related tasks while Carter muttered over spreadsheets and certifications.
They packed it in around four when the rain broke. With a kiss on her forehead, Carter left to take care of some things outside.
Summer used the opportunity to half-heartedly pack what she could. Choosing an outfit for tonight and laying out what she would wear in the morning. She carefully folded pants and shirts, tucking them into her suitcase.
She spotted the shirt Carter had worn the night before on the floor of the closet and with only a moment’s hesitation tucked it into the bottom of her suitcase.
She would give it back. Eventually.
In the meantime it would be her little secret.
She dressed for dinner in a white cotton sundress topped with her new denim shirt and proudly pulled on her boots for one last wear on the farm.Would she have the occasion to wear them in the city?she wondered.
She clattered down the stairs just as Carter came through the front door carrying two covered bowls. He looked at her wolfishly.
“What?” Summer asked.
He dumped the bowls on the hallway table and snatched her off of the stairs. Carrying her into the formal living room, Carter pinned her against the wall. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispered against her ear, teeth snagging on her earlobe.
She shivered against him as his hands skimmed her curves. The front door opened again, but neither of them moved.
“I see Carter didn’t get very far with the food.” Phoebe’s voice carried into the living room.
Summer couldn’t quite catch her breath as Carter, ever so gently, lowered his mouth to hers. Completely at his mercy, she poured herself into the kiss. It was like touching the sun. The heat of it warmed her blood.
“What was that for?” she gasped, when he pulled back.
“In case I don’t get to do it again for the next few hours.” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “Now get out of here. I can’t get un-hard with you looking at me like that. And if I go into the kitchen with a raging hard-on I’m going to scar my family for life.”
Summer glanced down at the crotch of his jeans. “Later? Please?”
“I promise.”
She moved out of his grasp, away from the wall. “Oh, and Carter?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“I’m not wearing underwear.”
She heard the sharp intake of his breath as she skirted around the corner into the foyer. She was still grinning when she delivered the covered bowls to Phoebe and Franklin in the kitchen.
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