Page 59 of Unbreakable Love

“Oh, I’m sorry. So sorry!”

She slammed the door and vanished behind it.

Gavin was still gaping at the door.

I chortled. This could only happen to me.

The sound I made drew his attention back to me, and a wide, not only embarrassed but exasperated smile filled his face. “I’m never going to get to kiss you properly.”

I couldn’t help it. I busted out with my own laugh and my forehead slammed to his chest without thought, without hesitation.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders and his lips pressed to the top of my head.

“That’s your sister, I take it?”

“Maize, yeah. She just got here a little while ago for break.”

“I was so desperate to get to you I didn’t even think about the car at the curb. That’s my bad. I should have called.”

I pulled back and pressed my hand to his cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t, interruption aside.”

He gazed down at me, and my toes were now curling for an entirely different reason. There was heat in that look. Desire that this time couldn’t be missed. “Josie is at my parents’ tonight. She wanted to help with Thanksgiving tomorrow. I’d invite you and your sister over again for it, but everything considered…”

“It’s okay. And I should get inside. I’ll have some explaining to do.”

He chuckled again, but it ended quickly. “Will you stop by? Later if you can?”

“I’ll see. But I’ll call and let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.” He leaned in again. This time he kissed me softly but no less desperately, and right as I was ready to say screw Maize and her visit and spending the night with her, he pulled back. “Tell her I said hello.”

He jumped off the porch and hurried to his truck. In my concern about the knock and getting to him, I hadn’t realized he’d parked in my driveway. The lights were still on, beams lighting up the porch.

He hadn’t bothered turning the truck off to get to me.

The thought made me smile as I turned and went back inside.

My back fell against the door and my fingers brushed against my lips.

Maize popped her head around the corner, glass of wine in her hand and a wicked smile on her face. “So… no hot guys in town? You little liar!”

“Shut up.” I laughed. “It’s a long story.”

I went to the fridge and grabbed a sparkling water. Maize tapped her fingernails against the countertop while she waited impatiently, but no less happy given the smile she couldn’t wipe off her face.

I let her stew in her impatience and pulled out a charcuterie tray I’d prepared earlier in the day.

She followed me to the living room, fuming with her need for gossip and watching me squirm. Her gaze never left and she let loose the quietest growl of frustration once I sat down, curled my feet beneath me, twisted off the top of my sparkling water, and popped a cheese chunk into my mouth.

“You make me wait any longer and I’ll tackle you to the floor,” she finally said.

I huffed. “Like you could take me.”

She moved to prove herself, but I shoved a finger in her direction.

“Spill that red wine anywhere and you’re dead to me.”

“Spill your news. Now.”

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