Page 21 of Accidentally Mine
Same dream.Well, it had started out differently.But it ended the way it always did, with that truck skidding toward me, and those blue eyes gazing at me in concern.
I threw myself back in bed, staring at the ceiling, and realized I had the hard-on of a lifetime.
Rebecca.If that was even her name.Chances were, it wasn’t her.Just my memory playing games again.But in my dreams, the women were interchangeable.
I had to know.I had to see her again.
I had a meeting in the office at ten, but after I showered and dressed, Ernest drove me to the café, early as usual.There were beautiful women all over this city.But not one was her.Some had her hair, some had her legs.But not one of them had her eyes.
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?
I made it to the café just as it was opening, craving the kind of connection I’d had in my dream.I hadn’t had a sex dream since the accident.In fact, the accident had changed a lot of things I used to enjoy.A big one was sex.
Since the accident, I’d had sex, a few one-night stands to fill a basic need.It was hard to have an active sex life when your body refused to work the way it used to.But that dream had opened up need inside me, and it throbbed.
I went inside and sat at my usual place, ordered toast and coffee, and waited.
And waited, drumming my fingers restlessly on the counter.
As I did, I checked my text messages to see if Kyle had pulled up any information on her.Nothing yet.Then I read the newspaper to see if there was any more information about the Rebecca Reece story.Every time the bell over the door jingled, my eyes went there.I felt like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Anita came by and cleared my plate away.“Can I get you anything else, sweetie?”
I didn’t want anything but that blonde.“No, thanks.”
“Are you waiting for someone?”she asked with a knowing smile.
I looked at the door again.“Yeah.You said that woman, the blonde from yesterday, has been coming to the café every day for the past four, right?”
She nodded.“Aw, sweetie.That’s who you’re waiting to meet?She usually doesn’t come until after ten.Yesterday was a rare thing.”
I glanced up at the clock on the wall.I still had another hour.
My phone buzzed with a reminder about the meeting.It was nine, and my meeting was in another hour, so I messaged my admin to have it pushed back to tomorrow.
I pointed to my cup and settled back against the stool.Something dangerous pulsed through me—a thirst I didn’t know how to quench.It had to have been that dream.“I’ll take a warmer.And, what the hell, give me whatever your special is.”
She blinked.“Really?”
I nodded.“Yep.”
“Hopefully you don’t have to wait too much longer,” she said, looking toward the door as the bell jingled.Her eyes lit up.“Or maybe you won’t have to wait at all.”
I followed her gaze until I was looking once again at the door.
And there she was, standing in the doorway, biting her lip sheepishly.
Anita leaned over and whispered, “Go get her, lady-killer,” but all of my senses were focused on the gorgeous woman in the oversize cardigan and Red Sox cap.She looked almost exactly as she had the day prior.Hot and sexy and every bit the girl of my dreams.
It seemed like an eternity before she appeared to gather up the courage to walk across the café to where I sat.When she got there, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.With every second that ticked by, I wondered if that was regret seeping into her features.
I curled my hands around my coffee mug so I wouldn’t reach for her.“Hi.”Smooth line, cowboy.Way to loosen her up.
She let out a breathless, “Hi,” and looked around as if she were taking in every detail of the café.“I can’t stay.I—”
I silenced her by putting a finger to her lips.Soft lips that beckoned me to kiss them.Instead, I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to mine.“My name’s Brent.What’s yours?”
“Um.I can’t,” she said, doubt pooling in those eyes.“I came here to—”
