Page 50 of Wrecked
Now cooled down, he stepped over and pulled her into a hug, whispering, “I know I suck at visiting, but I am glad to see you and we will find time for that chat.”
Her arms wrapped him in a tight hug, the one that had held him together after his world had broken into a thousand pieces. His mother had met a good woman in the orphanage. Strange how the two women had ended up on paths so far apart.
Angie patted him on the back, and that touch also reminded him of being sixteen again. When he released her, she smiled and lifted onto her toes to peck a kiss on his cheek. “Yah wuh the best of them all and still awh.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
He paced the living room so much he might have worn a spot in the large rug.
Hour after hour passed with no reason to be close to the front door, but here he stood in the dark still waiting. In another ninety minutes, the sun would rise.
Low beams glowed as a vehicle came up the driveway.
Had to beher. Miss No Name.
He walked to the door and opened it. The gaslight offered enough illumination to see that she drove a dark sedan. She parked at an angle then stepped out and closed the door softly.
This was her plan? To just drive up to the inn? Hadn’t he told her his team likely had cameras covering this house?
She wore a yellow sundress that glowed against the dark along with shoulder-length blond hair styled to draw every eye in a bar. The strappy heels clicked over Angie’s stone walkway as surefooted as a dancer in a ballroom.
He’d thought she was stuffy on the boat. This was a different woman.
He must have looked dumbstruck holding the door open since none of this made sense.
She sashayed right up the steps and dove at him. He grabbed her out of reaction, and she melted against his chest then proceeded to kiss him brainless.
Her hand came around the back of his head. Her lips took possession of his mouth with hungry kisses. Sweet Maria, she felt even better than he’d imagined. That sexy body woke up every inch of his.
Every. Inch.
She laughed as she broke the kiss. “I told you’d I’d come back and surprise you. Are you surprised?”
Ah. Now he got it. His body was humming for a booty call, but his brain was shouting at every part of him to stand down.
He had to do his part. Smiling, he said, “Sure am, baby.”
Her eyes narrowed at being called baby, but no camera outside would pick that up. She tousled his hair. “I’ve been driving for six hours. I’m in dire need of a shower and someone to wash my back.”
He knew she was acting but his stupid dick didn’t. It loved that husky voice talking about taking a bath with her.
Sam smiled. “I’m in desperate need of one myself.”
Her eyes flickered with surprise at the smile. For a stretched moment they stared at each other. Something strange filled the air. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was animal attraction.
He pulled her inside and closed the door then stepped back. “Now what?”
And back was Miss Hard Nose. “Just as I said, I want a shower. Let’s go to your room. The one upstairs at the end of the hall.”
This had FUBAR written all over it.
