Page 38 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“Oh. I forgot it’s cold here.” He pushed open the door and the instant the night air hit him, he whistled. “Did it get colder this week?”
“Yeah, the temperature has been dropping.”
“I’ll say.” He reached into his backpack as they walked and pulled on a hoodie. “Maybe Los Angeles isn’t such a bad place to be in the winter.”
“We’ll have a vacation home there one day,” Lillian joked, but it caught Cayden’s ear.
“I like the sound of that!” he said, opening the car door for her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said as she sat down.
He bowed and crossed over to his side, rubbing his arms to warm up. “Turn that heat on! My body is in shock right now.”
Lillian winked at him. “I can shock you more later.”
“Holy crap, what’s with all the sexy comments lately?” He pulled her towards him and pressed their lips together. There in the darkness of the car, Lillian melted at the feel of his warmth and his musky scent. Cayden put his hand on the back of her head, the other on her thigh, slowly running it up to her hip.
She felt her heart drop to the seat, and moaned. “Damn. We need to go.”
“We can’t have a little playtime?”
“Later,” she said, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. “Andrew’s waiting.”
“He can eat without us.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Later, for real.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“You think I would skip out on getting a piece of this?” She lightly tapped his abs; she could even feel them through his hoodie and shirt.
“If I were someone else, I wouldn’t miss out on this.” He puckered his lips.
“Exactly. We’ve waited almost a week, so waiting a couple more hours won’t hurt.”
“Fine, fine.” Cayden settled back in his seat, his hand still on her thigh. Neither of them said anything for a while until he leaned forward and started playing with the radio. They had gone through each station twice until he decided on the same one that the radio had been set to in the beginning.
“We’re home,” Lillian announced.
Cayden looked up, surprised. “Already?”
“Yep.” She parked the car and unbuckled. “Sorry you just found your station.”
“Good song, too.” He shrugged and popped his neck. “Thanks for picking me up, Lil.”
“I wish I could pick you up,” she murmured low enough that only he could hear as they walked to the front door. “That would make things a lot more fun.”
Cayden pushed the door open and gasped. “Is that lasagna I smell?”
“It is lasagna!” Andrew’s voice floated to them from the kitchen. “Come and get it, ladies!”
“Watch who you call a lady,” Cayden shouted, dropping his backpack onto the floor.
Lillian ran ahead. “I’ll fix the green beans now, and then we’ll be ready—” she stopped, her eyes resting on the stovetop. The green beans were already cooked, still on heat just low enough to stay warm.
“Problem solved,” Andrew said.
“You shouldn’t have! Thank you.” She blew him a kiss and got some plates down from the cabinet. “I’m glad to see you didn’t try to take out the lasagna, though.”
