Page 34 of Fall for You
She smiled as the picture came to life. Bailey wanted to string fairy lights across the ceiling for a warm, romantic glow. Between that and the views of a starry sky on the deck Drew was going to build, there was no doubt this place would be an idyllic romantic hideaway.
She was also going to suggest a hot tub outside or maybe one of those old-fashioned baths. That’d look cool.
Picturing a pair of newlyweds in this space, she wondered what else they could do. Although the bed would no doubt get the most time and attention—her cheeks flushed with heat—she imagined they’d also want to enjoy spending time together doing fun things like…playing Scrabble, snuggling up and reading books…or dancing!
Bailey could set up a record player in the corner and find some old jazz albums or something.
As if music were really playing, Willow swayed in place, humming an old-time Ella Fitzgerald tune under her breath. Grandma adored Ella and was always playing her music. The songstress had a silky-smooth voice, which always paired so beautifully with…Willow couldn’t remember his name, but the guy with the gravelly voice.
One of their duets—“Cheek to Cheek”—played in her mind while the romantic scene came to life in her imagination. The way the wooden boards would creak beneath her bare feet as she swayed in her lover’s arms. She’d be wearing a flimsy silk negligee—something new for the honeymoon. And he’d be holding her against his chest, his arm curled around her waist. His dark gaze would soften as he gazed down at her, and his lips would curve into a fleeting smile before he closed the space between them and…
And Eric would kiss her, his strong arms wrapping even more her tightly around her as he lifted her off her feet and?—
Willow’s gasp cut through the air.
She clapped a hand over her mouth.
What was she thinking?
She couldn’t be daydreaming aboutErickissing her? Of dancing with him? Of…
For the love of Pete. She couldnotbe imagining the two of them in the freakin’ honeymoon suite!
She was losing her mind.
That was the only explanation.
In an attempt to shake off the unsettling hallucination she’d been caught in, Willow burst into action with a vengeance, dragging some more rotted firewood over to the door to be cleared, cleaning up old newspapers and an empty suitcase that was surely a hundred years old. She checked for initials but didn’t see anything more than a broken hinge…and the latch wasbusted as well. Throwing it into the pile of trash, she shook her head, muttering under her breath.
Of all the men to fantasize about.
Nope. No more.
Eric Spencer was off-limits.
There were plenty of nice men out there. Nice, single men who werenottrying to destroy her family.
She straightened in the middle of clearing the far corner. So what was she waiting for? Sure, she worked a lot, but she could take some time off if she wanted.
Bailey and Brandon would be all for her getting a life of her own. Most women her age dated, right?
So why wasn’t she?
She narrowed her eyes as she tried to scrounge up a list of guys she might be interested in. It was…not easy.
It wasn’t like there were no single guys in her life. There were. They just…didn’t make her pulse race, let alone inspire fantasies.
Maybe she was meeting the wrong guys.
Dallas’s earlier question came back to her.“And what about you? What do you need?”
Just like earlier, her heart seemed to skip a beat. No one asked her that. Heck, she never even asked herself that—at least not when it came to love and romance.
She’d been content with her life. With forging a career in the kitchen and being a good daughter, sister, and friend.
Unlike a lot of her friends, she’d just…
Never really thought about it.
