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“I’ve got this. Have a seat.”
She resumed her chair, curious to see what he’d ordered since he hadn’t asked her what she wanted.
“How did you know what I wanted?”
He peeked beneath one of the silver domes, before setting it in front of her. “I had an idea.”
She regarded the container suspiciously a moment. When he lifted the lid, she burst out laughing. On the plate was a ham topped pizza.
“You did mention you didn’t like pepperoni.”
Warmth stole through her. Her dislike of the spicy meat was a well-known fact around her salon, but knowing he paid attention to that small detail left her breathless.
“I don’t know what to say.”
He grinned. “How about ‘thank you’?”
****
Dinner done and the cart outside the room door, Trisha curled next to Zach on the sofa. The DVD remote rested on his right thigh, while his left arm curved around her shoulders, bringing her even closer.
“If you like I can find a romantic movie,” he said as the harsh growl of a motorcycle engine came from the television.
She tilted her head to meet his eyes. “Now why would you do that?”
“I would be remiss if I didn’t offer.”
“I don’t like romantic movies.” She wrinkled her nose. “They’re just so-so sappy.”
He chuckled.
She fixed him with a mock glare.
“Now how is it a woman like you likes to be romanced, but doesn’t like romantic movies?”
She stared into his gray eyes. While his question held a hint of amusement, his eyes were serious. She could trust him with the answer.
“They make me cry and I don’t like to cry.”
He swept the pad of his thumb against the curve of her cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with a few tears.”
She ducked her head, only to have him gently grasp her chin and lift her head until she met his gaze again.
“If we ever watch one of those movies together, I promise to hand you a tissue.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She had no words to convey how his words moved her and even if she did she couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat.
He tightened his arm around her before allowing her to settle against his side again.
“That means a lot.”
He swept a tear from her cheek. “Let’s watch the movie.”
She rested a palm over his heart, the rhythm strong beneath her hand. She didn’t want this weekend to end, but all he’d asked for was a few days. She focused on the screen again. Bullets ripped through a long wooden pier and pierced various metal drums sitting on the docks, while several armed men took aim at the plane in the sky. A moment later jet fuel rained from the plane and a flare ignited the liquid for a rather impressive explosion.
When his hand caressed her arm, she held her breath. He drifted his fingers lower, grazing the side of her breast, down her hip to cup her butt.
A contented sigh passed her lips. She definitely didn’t want the weekend to end.
Chapter Five
The next evening Trisha walked from the bathroom, a towel tucked around her body while she blotted the water from her hair. She stopped when her gaze fell on the package in the middle of the bed.
A smile creased her lips. Zach was too good to her. She hurried across the room and eagerly opened the box. True to his word Zach had provided another dress. She discarded the box and laid the garment on the bed before fingering the silver beading on the neckline.
The royal blue dress was exquisite. The ruche gathered beneath the bust and flowed in a full calf-length skirt. If nothing else, the man had impeccable taste.
She selected a lacy corset, the only thing he’d asked her to bring for the weekend, and paused in reaching for the matching underwear. A smile teased her lips. Tonight she’d give him a little something to think about. She draped the towel around her shoulders and her damp curls cascaded down her back. She finger combed her hair before working a wide tooth comb through the worst of the tangles, then stood
“I’ve got this. Have a seat.”
She resumed her chair, curious to see what he’d ordered since he hadn’t asked her what she wanted.
“How did you know what I wanted?”
He peeked beneath one of the silver domes, before setting it in front of her. “I had an idea.”
She regarded the container suspiciously a moment. When he lifted the lid, she burst out laughing. On the plate was a ham topped pizza.
“You did mention you didn’t like pepperoni.”
Warmth stole through her. Her dislike of the spicy meat was a well-known fact around her salon, but knowing he paid attention to that small detail left her breathless.
“I don’t know what to say.”
He grinned. “How about ‘thank you’?”
****
Dinner done and the cart outside the room door, Trisha curled next to Zach on the sofa. The DVD remote rested on his right thigh, while his left arm curved around her shoulders, bringing her even closer.
“If you like I can find a romantic movie,” he said as the harsh growl of a motorcycle engine came from the television.
She tilted her head to meet his eyes. “Now why would you do that?”
“I would be remiss if I didn’t offer.”
“I don’t like romantic movies.” She wrinkled her nose. “They’re just so-so sappy.”
He chuckled.
She fixed him with a mock glare.
“Now how is it a woman like you likes to be romanced, but doesn’t like romantic movies?”
She stared into his gray eyes. While his question held a hint of amusement, his eyes were serious. She could trust him with the answer.
“They make me cry and I don’t like to cry.”
He swept the pad of his thumb against the curve of her cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with a few tears.”
She ducked her head, only to have him gently grasp her chin and lift her head until she met his gaze again.
“If we ever watch one of those movies together, I promise to hand you a tissue.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She had no words to convey how his words moved her and even if she did she couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat.
He tightened his arm around her before allowing her to settle against his side again.
“That means a lot.”
He swept a tear from her cheek. “Let’s watch the movie.”
She rested a palm over his heart, the rhythm strong beneath her hand. She didn’t want this weekend to end, but all he’d asked for was a few days. She focused on the screen again. Bullets ripped through a long wooden pier and pierced various metal drums sitting on the docks, while several armed men took aim at the plane in the sky. A moment later jet fuel rained from the plane and a flare ignited the liquid for a rather impressive explosion.
When his hand caressed her arm, she held her breath. He drifted his fingers lower, grazing the side of her breast, down her hip to cup her butt.
A contented sigh passed her lips. She definitely didn’t want the weekend to end.
Chapter Five
The next evening Trisha walked from the bathroom, a towel tucked around her body while she blotted the water from her hair. She stopped when her gaze fell on the package in the middle of the bed.
A smile creased her lips. Zach was too good to her. She hurried across the room and eagerly opened the box. True to his word Zach had provided another dress. She discarded the box and laid the garment on the bed before fingering the silver beading on the neckline.
The royal blue dress was exquisite. The ruche gathered beneath the bust and flowed in a full calf-length skirt. If nothing else, the man had impeccable taste.
She selected a lacy corset, the only thing he’d asked her to bring for the weekend, and paused in reaching for the matching underwear. A smile teased her lips. Tonight she’d give him a little something to think about. She draped the towel around her shoulders and her damp curls cascaded down her back. She finger combed her hair before working a wide tooth comb through the worst of the tangles, then stood
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