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chewed on her lower lip. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
His thumb caressed her arch, and she felt it straight to the core of her.
"This is one kind of pain I can live with."
She didn't reply. Couldn't reply. He was doing something to her foot that made pleasure arc through her insides and caused her nipples to tighten painfully.
"Do we have to eat?" Her voice broke on the last word as she had to swallow down a moan of delight.
He nodded, his head moving slowly while his eyes spoke a message to her that she could not mistake. "I want you to have plenty of energy later."
"Then you'd better let go of my foot," she choked out, feeling closer to orgasm than any woman should in the middle of a packed to capacity restaurant. "I don't think I can handle this kind of pleasure in public."
His hand moved in another mysterious way. "Are you sure?"
She couldn't stifle the moan this time, and even as the pleasure grew, her cheeks heated with embarrassment. "Yes."
His hand stilled. After a soothing caress, he let go.
A full minute passed before she had the wherewithal to move her foot. She slipped her shoe back on, her foot still tingling from his touch. "I guess I'm not up to your speed."
He winked and shifted imperceptibly in his seat. "Don't you believe it, baby.
I've never come sitting at a table in a restaurant, but one more stroke from that sexy little foot of yours and I would have."
She tried to control her racing heart, but she loved knowing she affected him so strongly. The knowledge increased the intense desire shaking her insides. "Talk about something else," she pleaded.
"What would you like to talk about?"
Their future, but she wasn't about to bring that subject up. She wasn't ready to have her hopes dashed. "Why did you stay in New Hope after your mom died?"
she asked with real curiosity.
It had to have been harder on him, and it wasn't as if he and his father had been close. "Susan."
"Oh." She should have realized that.
He'd been dating Susan at the time, and they had been married within six months of his mother's death. Phoebe looked down at her fingers against the white tablecloth, seeing nothing interesting in her basic manicure, but not wanting to see the look of sadness she knew would be in his eyes. She could handle the fact that he had been married and that his wife had died.
What hurt Phoebe was the knowledge he'd buried his heart with the other woman.
He sighed, and she looked up at the sound. "That's not all of it."
"It's not?"
"It's my hometown. I started my business there because I wanted to prove to all the people who had looked down at my mother for being a mistress and not a wife that I was every bit as good as they were."
"You succeeded."
"Did I?"
"How can you ask that? Your company is the biggest employer in New Hope."
"That doesn't stop your aunt from thinking you could do a lot better than me in the marriage stakes or Carter's mother from pretending I don't exist."
Just the thought of marriage with Rand was enough to stop Phoebe's breath in her throat.
Rand watched with interest as Phoebe averted her eyes, her cheeks a delicate pink. She fiddled with her spoon, turning it over and over on the tablecloth. "Mrs.
Sloane has her own way of dealing with the past, and Aunt Emmaline has some pretty old-fashioned ideas."
"Is that what you call it?"
Those pretty hazel eyes met his, their depths soft with understanding. "What difference does it make? Aunt Emmaline and her friends aren't the great arbiters of New Hope's social conscience."
"Don't tell them that. It'll break their hearts."
Instead of laughing, or at least smiling, as he expected her to at his facetious comment, she gazed at him with a too serious expression. "I think you're an amazing man."
It was happening again, that warm feeling in the region of his heart. It had been occurring with more and more frequency each day he spent with Phoebe as his woman. He didn't like it because that kind of warmth was
His thumb caressed her arch, and she felt it straight to the core of her.
"This is one kind of pain I can live with."
She didn't reply. Couldn't reply. He was doing something to her foot that made pleasure arc through her insides and caused her nipples to tighten painfully.
"Do we have to eat?" Her voice broke on the last word as she had to swallow down a moan of delight.
He nodded, his head moving slowly while his eyes spoke a message to her that she could not mistake. "I want you to have plenty of energy later."
"Then you'd better let go of my foot," she choked out, feeling closer to orgasm than any woman should in the middle of a packed to capacity restaurant. "I don't think I can handle this kind of pleasure in public."
His hand moved in another mysterious way. "Are you sure?"
She couldn't stifle the moan this time, and even as the pleasure grew, her cheeks heated with embarrassment. "Yes."
His hand stilled. After a soothing caress, he let go.
A full minute passed before she had the wherewithal to move her foot. She slipped her shoe back on, her foot still tingling from his touch. "I guess I'm not up to your speed."
He winked and shifted imperceptibly in his seat. "Don't you believe it, baby.
I've never come sitting at a table in a restaurant, but one more stroke from that sexy little foot of yours and I would have."
She tried to control her racing heart, but she loved knowing she affected him so strongly. The knowledge increased the intense desire shaking her insides. "Talk about something else," she pleaded.
"What would you like to talk about?"
Their future, but she wasn't about to bring that subject up. She wasn't ready to have her hopes dashed. "Why did you stay in New Hope after your mom died?"
she asked with real curiosity.
It had to have been harder on him, and it wasn't as if he and his father had been close. "Susan."
"Oh." She should have realized that.
He'd been dating Susan at the time, and they had been married within six months of his mother's death. Phoebe looked down at her fingers against the white tablecloth, seeing nothing interesting in her basic manicure, but not wanting to see the look of sadness she knew would be in his eyes. She could handle the fact that he had been married and that his wife had died.
What hurt Phoebe was the knowledge he'd buried his heart with the other woman.
He sighed, and she looked up at the sound. "That's not all of it."
"It's not?"
"It's my hometown. I started my business there because I wanted to prove to all the people who had looked down at my mother for being a mistress and not a wife that I was every bit as good as they were."
"You succeeded."
"Did I?"
"How can you ask that? Your company is the biggest employer in New Hope."
"That doesn't stop your aunt from thinking you could do a lot better than me in the marriage stakes or Carter's mother from pretending I don't exist."
Just the thought of marriage with Rand was enough to stop Phoebe's breath in her throat.
Rand watched with interest as Phoebe averted her eyes, her cheeks a delicate pink. She fiddled with her spoon, turning it over and over on the tablecloth. "Mrs.
Sloane has her own way of dealing with the past, and Aunt Emmaline has some pretty old-fashioned ideas."
"Is that what you call it?"
Those pretty hazel eyes met his, their depths soft with understanding. "What difference does it make? Aunt Emmaline and her friends aren't the great arbiters of New Hope's social conscience."
"Don't tell them that. It'll break their hearts."
Instead of laughing, or at least smiling, as he expected her to at his facetious comment, she gazed at him with a too serious expression. "I think you're an amazing man."
It was happening again, that warm feeling in the region of his heart. It had been occurring with more and more frequency each day he spent with Phoebe as his woman. He didn't like it because that kind of warmth was
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