Page 29 of Reckless Curves
Chapter Ten
Kendra jerked awake when someone knocked on her door. She forgot where she was and almost rolled off the couch when she turned over. However, she caught herself on the coffee table and avoided winding up on the floor. Looking at the wall clock, she saw that it was shortly after seven.
“Oh, God.” She got to her feet and finger-combed her hair while the knocking came again.
It was most likely Tom, but she never took chances.
“Who is it?” she called through the door.
“It’s me.”
Opening the door, she found Tom standing on the landing holding a huge bunch of roses—her favorite flowers. That’s what she missed about having a garden—she couldn’t grow her own flowers or vegetables. The muscles in his arms bulged under the weight of the huge bouquet, and she noted he obviously still worked out.
She took the flowers, not sure what on earth she would do with them. She didn’t have a vase big enough, and certainly not a cupboard full of vases to use. “Thank you, these are gorgeous.”
He brushed a curl off her cheek. “Not as gorgeous as you.”
She looked down at her clothes. “I fell asleep on the couch. I look—”
“Like a busy mother who needs a bit of spoiling.” He closed the door behind him and followed her into the kitchen.
“Could you reach the vase on the top shelf for me, please?”
His movements pulled the t-shirt up and Kendra’s cheeks heated. She’d never been so jealous of a piece of clothing in all her life. The glimpse of the eagle tattoo she remembered so well teased her senses.
“Would you like some iced tea?” she asked, heading for the kitchen.
Tom followed her. “Love some. Where’s Connor?”
“In bed. He was worn out from today so I put him down early.” Kendra took a pitcher out of the fridge and got a glass from the cupboard next to it.
“I thought he was going to Stella’s so we could talk.”
She shrugged. “He’s so tired he’ll sleep. We can still talk. I’m hoping we won’t be yelling at each other. But we might have to order in. I haven’t prepared anything. Connor practically fell asleep in a bowl of cereal, and then I never bothered to figure out what to have for dinner.”
“No problem. How about I pop out and pick up some Chinese while you look through these listings I’ve bookmarked on my phone?” He handed her his phone as if he had nothing to hide on it. Didn’t he know what woman did when they got their hands on a man’s phone? “The code’s 8639.”
She handed him a drink, which he promptly put on the counter. “I’ll be right back with dinner and your keyboard, it’s in my car.”
“You left my keyboard in your fancy car in this neighborhood.”
He smiled like a sly fox. “You just made my point about living here. Check the listings.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Kendra shrugged. “Clever, aren’t you?”
Tom grunted and then headed for the door. Kendra followed him just so she could admire his muscular shoulders and back. If her little apartment got any hotter, she’d combust.
Tom nodded. “Right. Well, start looking. There are several places I thought might suit you and Connor, but it’s up to you. Be right back.”
As soon as the door closed, Kendra was going through his phone. And she wasn’t looking at the listings. She’d gone straight to his text’s. She knew it was wrong, but he would be an important person in both Connor’s and her life, and she wanted to see if she could trust him with this sudden desire to be a one-woman man.
To her surprise, there was nothing of note to read. There were a few text’s from a woman called Lexie but they seemed to be about work. Ashamed of herself, she swiped sideways and looked at the listings he’d selected. Surprise, surprise they were mostly in his neighborhood which she knew meant they were expensive.
She hated how already she suspected Tom’s motives. She didn’t want to be that clingy, needy woman, chasing after her man every minute of the day. How was she ever going to believe he was here for her, not just his son?
She found a couple of places she would love to look at even if they were in his neighborhood and was just about to put the phone down when Tom arrived back with her keyboard and she rushed to grab the Chinese takeaway from his over loaded arms and watched each muscle flow as he found a space for the keyboard on the table along the wall.
She moved to the kitchen, fighting the heat growing deep inside at his proximity. As she dished out the food, she called over her shoulder, “I looked at some listings. You have good taste and knowledge of what would work for me and Connor.”
