Page 32 of You Can Leave Your Hard Hat On
Sam went very still, absorbing the enormity of his words and how they might affect her life, if she so chose. Two heartbeats passed, three, four… “Yes, Teague—go away.”
His eyes clouded, but he nodded and started to turn.
“With me.”
He turned back, his expression questioning.
“Go away with me—” she said, walking around the desk “—to Barcelona…to Sydney…to the North Pole.” She smiled through her tear-filled eyes and looped her arms around his neck and whispered, “To bed.”
He groaned as he wrapped her in his arms. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Then he lowered his mouth to hers in a hungry, full-body kiss that promised a future of spirited adventures and torrid lovemaking. With his arms around her, Samantha realized that the last time she’d felt so wildly optimistic about the future, she’d been lying in Teague’s arms when they were teenagers. So much had changed, only to bring them full circle, that it was almost too much to comprehend. She closed her eyes and breathed this man’s essence into her lungs, trying to get used to this feeling…happiness.
Then she stepped back and smoothed a hand down the lapel of his fine jacket. “You know, I rather like this suave, sophisticated side of you.”
He nuzzled her neck. “You do, huh?”
“Uh-huh. But I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to wear your hard hat once in a while…privately.”
He laughed in her ear. “I think that can be arranged.”
Teague picked her up and swung her around, and Sam’s heart stretched with joy. She couldn’t ever remember being so happy, and, in fact, she had only one problem—explaining to her friends Abby and Carley that she’d literally fallen head over heels in love with the very type of man that she swore she would never date!
But that could wait until later.Muchlater.
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