Rachel Gibson - Truly Madly Yours

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I have to check in on Duke and Dolores,” she answered, sounding pitiful to her own ears. “Then I’m meeting some friends,” she added the lie to salvage her pride and lifted her hand in an abbreviated wave, then turned to leave.

In three long strides Nick caught up to her. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” She looked up at him, then over her shoulder at Gail, who stared after them as they moved toward the parking lot. “You’ll make your date mad.”

“Gail isn’t my date, and you don’t need to worry about her.” He took Delaney’s hand in his and slid it into his coat pocket. “Why do you have to check on Henry’s dogs?”

They walked by an ice genie sitting on his lamp. She didn’t know if she believed him about Gail, but decided to let the subject drop for now. “My mother left town with Max Harrison.” He wove his fingers through hers and hot tingles spread to her wrist. “They’re going to celebrate their Christmas on one of those love boats.”

Nick slowed as they moved around a crowd gathered in front of the genie. “What about your Christmas?”

The tingles swept to her elbow and further up her arm. “We’ll celebrate when she gets back. No big deal. I’m used to being alone during the holidays. I haven’t had a real Christmas since I left town anyway.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments as they walked from beneath a park light and through a patch of night. “Sounds lonely.”

“Not really. I usually found someone who took pity on me. And besides, it was always my choice to stay away. I could have come back and apologized for being such a disappointment and pretended to be the daughter my parents wanted, but a few presents and a yule log weren’t worth my pride or my freedom.” She shrugged and purposely changed the subject. “You never did answer my question.”

“What was that?”

“The tires. Why did you do it?”

“No one was safe with you driving that big boat of Henry’s. It was only a matter of time before you took out a couple of kids.”

She looked up at him, at his dark profile. “Liar.”

“Believe what you want,” he said, refusing to admit he might care for her.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Consider them a Christmas present.”

They stepped off the curb into the parking lot and walked between a Bronco and a van. “I don’t have anything to give you.”

“Yes, you do.” He stopped and raised her hand to this mouth. He brushed his lips across her knuckles. “When I’m not rude and overbearing and conceited… what am I?”

She couldn’t see his features clearly through the darkness, but she didn’t need to see his eyes to know he stared at her over the back of her hand. She could feel his gaze just as surely as she could feel his touch. “You’re…” She could feel herself melt, right there in the parking lot with her toes frozen and the temperature below zero. She wanted to be with him. “You’re the man I think about all the time.” She pulled her hand free and raised onto the balls of her feet. “I think about your handsome face, wide shoulders, and your lips.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed into him. He ran his hand up and down her back, holding her close. Her heart pounded in her ears and she buried her cold nose just below his ear. “Then I think about licking you.”

His hands stilled.

“All over.” She touched the tip of her tongue to the side of his throat.

“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary,” he groaned. “When do you have to meet your friends?”

“What friends?”

“You said you were meeting friends tonight.”

“Oh, yeah.” She’d forgotten about her lie. “It’s not important. They won’t miss me if I don’t show up.”

He pulled back to look at her. “What about the dogs?”

“I really do have to let them out for a while. What about Gail?”

“I told you not to worry about her.”

“Are you seeing her?”

“I see her.”

“Are you having sex with her?”

She could see the dark corners of his mouth pull into a frown. “No.”

Delaney’s heart swelled, and she planted her mouth on his, devouring him with a hot kiss that left them both breathless. “Come with me.”

“To Henry’s?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and she couldn’t tell what he might be thinking. “I’ll meet you there,” he finally said. “I need to talk to Louie, then swing by the drugstore.”

She didn’t have to ask why. He pressed his lips to hers, then he was gone. She watched him walk away, his long, confident strides carrying him back into the park.

On the drive to her mother’s, she tried to tell herself that Nick was hers for tonight, and nothing else mattered. She felt the slight vibration of the metal studs digging into snow and striking pavement and told herself that tonight was enough, and she tried to believe it.

When she opened the front door of her mother’s house, Duke and Dolores greeted her with wagging tails and wet tongues. She let them out and stood on the sidewalk as they jumped into snow up to their bellies, two brown dogs in a thick blanket of white. She’d remembered her gloves this time and packed a few snowballs for Duke to catch in his mouth.

Maybe she could convince Nick she was enough for him. She wanted to believe he wasn’t involved with anyone else. She wanted to believe him when he’d said he wasn’t having sex with Gail, but she couldn’t trust him completely. She tossed a snowball to Dolores. It hit the dog’s side and the Weimaraner looked around without a clue. Delaney knew there was more between them than sex, and Nick had to know it, too. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. It was hot and intense, and after tonight, maybe he would want only her.

I can’t be faithful to one woman, and you haven’t said anything to make me want to try.

He wanted her. She wanted him. He didn’t love her. She loved him so much she ached. Her feelings hadn’t happened like a slow blissful glide through the tunnel of love. As with everything else involving Nick, loving him had blindsided her, smacked her for a loop and left her stunned. And so confused she felt like laughing and crying and maybe lying down and not getting back up until she had it all worked out in her head.

As she made another snowball, she heard the Jeep’s engine before she saw the headlights pulling into the drive. The four-wheel drive stopped beneath a pool of light in front of the garage, and Duke and Dolores bounded across the yard to the driver’s side, barking like mad. The door swung open and Nick stepped out. “Hey, dogs.” He bent to scratch them behind their ears before he looked up. “Hey, wild thing.”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”

He glanced back down at Duke and Dolores. “No.”

Delaney threw the snowball and nailed the top of his head. The light snow disintegrated on impact and powdered his dark hair and the shoulders of his black parka. Slowly he straightened, then shook his head, showering the night with white flakes. “I would think you’d know better than to get into a snowball fight with me.”

“What are you going to do, give me a black eye?”

“Nope.” He moved toward her up the sidewalk, the heels of his boots sounding ominous in the still air.

She reached for more snow and packed it lightly in her gloved hands. “If you try anything funny, you’ll be really sorry.”

“You got me scared, wild thing.”

She threw the snowball and it exploded across his chest. “I owed you that.” She took a step backward into the yard and sank in white powder up to her knees.

“You owe me a lot.” He grabbed her upper arms and lifted her until the toes of her Doc Marten’s hardly touched the ground. “By the time I’m finished collecting from you, you’re not going to able to walk for a week.”