Page 13 of Rekindled Heart

“What are you doing here, Caroline?” I sigh, not letting her go. Instead, my thumb gently rubs along her wrist, turning her hand over, enthralled and somewhat appalled at how much I want her. My dick jerks in my sweat pants and I shift to make sure that the blanket covering me keeps her from spotting my semi.

Light swirls through the room as the sun goes down and orange rays gild the familiar great room that I love. Comfortableand warm. It’s a room that begs for a family and I feel longing stir inside me. A longing to have that. With this woman.

But I’m not sure if I can actually trust her and there’s still hurt over her sudden reappearance and the bomb she lobbed at me. A pang of pain hits my chest and I fight it.

She settles and her eyes drop to my hand where my thumb is still rubbing her wrist. I still and wait.

“I’m just here to check to see how you’re doing. Change your bandage. That kind of thing.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

She jumps but it’s so slight that I almost miss it. A subtle move that if I wasn’t so focused on her every breath, every little, tiny piece of her, I might have missed it.

“Yes,” she huffs. “What else could it be, Ricky? You’ve been very clear that you don’t trust me. Don’t want anything to do with me.”

She draws back and I let her hand go, every particle of my being fighting it.

“Why should I when even now I know you’re not being honest with me. There’s still something you’re hiding.”

“It’s not my story to tell.”

“Fine.” My voice is curt and louder and Misty and Sebastian turn around and eye us.

Sebastian smiles. “Everything okay? We’ve got to get going. Your dinner is in the fridge when you get hungry, man.”

I nod my head at him. “Thanks for coming by. Good to see you again, Misty.”

I can see her small smile out of the corner of my eye, unable to look away from Caro’s soft, dove-gray gaze.

“Have a good night, Ricky.”

It only takes them a second to leave and then I’m alone with her. The floral scent of her wafts around me as she backs away a step. I take a deep breath feeling my dick stirring again.

No matter how bad I’m feeling, I’ll never be able to look at her and not feel my blood stirring, my body heating.

My heart aching.

When the door slams behind them, I nod at her. “You can go too, you know.”

She sighs and sits down on my sofa, eyeing me like I’m about to bite her.

“I want to explain some of what happened to you, but I can’t go into detail about my sister’s problems.”

“Your sister? Did you tell me you have a sister when you were here before?” I don’t remember that but then again, she wasn’t here long and we had other things on our minds.

“No.” She shakes her head, her auburn hair sliding across her slim shoulders. “I actually don’t have much to do with her. We kind of fell out when I got married. He hated her with a passion. So we drifted apart. She’s a bit of a diva and a little bit of trouble.”

“What happened to your husband? You never told me about him.”

Once again, not much time to go over those kinds of things.

She lifts her head proudly. “He cheated on me. And then he was in an accident coming home from a late-night trip to be with her. He died.”

I wince. Ouch!

“So how long have you been a widow?”

“Only about two years.”

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