Read Online All That I Need (Grayson Friends) by Francis Ray - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Francis Ray
Ads: Link
guard. Then she realized he probably wanted to rush her along so he and Sierra could go home to continue where they’d left off.
For the first time in a long time Fallon wished there was someone special in her own life. Images of Lance flashed in her mind. She firmly pushed them away. That wasn’t likely to happen.
“Of course.” She started out of the plane.
She wouldn’t think about Lance. She’d seen the last of him. Head down, she grabbed the rail and went down the steps and walked into a solid wall of muscle. She opened her mouth to apologize and glanced up into Lance’s intense black eyes. He held a red rose in front of him.
“I didn’t know your cell phone number.”
So she hadn’t been as poker-faced as she’d thought about the men’s frequent phone calls. She guessed it was probably Catherine who noticed. She’d probably called Luke, who had called Richard, who in turn had called Lance. It struck Fallon again how close they all were and how they looked after family and friends.
In her traveling so much, she’d missed making those deep, lasting friendships—until she had moved next door to Naomi. “Would you have called?”
“I’m not sure.” He shifted. “I just know I had to see you again.”
“Why?”
“To do this.” He pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers.
She didn’t do public displays of affection and was annoyed when seeing others kissing outside of airports. But protest or resistance never entered her mind. She simply melted.
Her arms went around his neck, drawing him closer, taking, giving. The last thing she recalled before her brain fuzzed was that Blade had been right: she did need both hands free.
Chapter 5
Lance gradually became aware of the noise surrounding him and lifted his head. The dazed look on Fallon’s face, the desire in her eyes, almost had him pulling her back in his arms. “You make me forget.”
Her eyes widened. He realized he’d spoken the words out loud. His mind sought a way to mitigate the damage he’d just done. Never let a woman know she had power over you. He knew that as well as his name.
“You seem to have the same effect on me.” Her fingertips stroked his chest through his shirt. “I don’t kiss in public.”
His hands flexed on her arms. “I keep reminding myself you’re leaving on Sunday.”
“So do I.”
He stared down at her. She up at him. Both knew their time was limited, but neither was walking away. He bent to pick up the rose he’d dropped and handed it to her.
“Thank you.”
“Richard’s idea,” Lance felt compelled to say. “I always thought flowers were overdone.”
“Since I love flowers, I’d have to disagree.” She motioned toward the limo and the uniformed man standing by the driver’s door. “He’s waiting for me.”
“Do you want to go someplace tonight?” Lance asked
“Are you asking me on a date?”
He frowned down at her. “I suppose I am.”
“No.” She started for the limo.
He was so stunned by her answer that she’d gotten several steps away before he caught up with her and took her arm. “No?”
“No,” she repeated.
He wasn’t going to ask again or even ask why. He was going to take himself back to the Yates house, because if he saw Richard now he might really strangle him.
“The driver is waiting.”
“Why?” Lance bit out, annoyed at both of them. Not even his aunt was this stubborn.
Fallon’s chin lifted. “Because of the way you asked, as if you’re being forced to take me out. Is Richard behind that as well? Well, let me tell you, I’m not that hard up.” She took off for the limo again.
He was quicker this time and caught her in a couple of steps. “Richard didn’t tell me to take you out. But he was going to introduce you to some guy.”
“So you’re one of those men?”
“What?” Fallon could really give him a headache or a complex, perhaps both.
“You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me, either,”
For the first time in a long time Fallon wished there was someone special in her own life. Images of Lance flashed in her mind. She firmly pushed them away. That wasn’t likely to happen.
“Of course.” She started out of the plane.
She wouldn’t think about Lance. She’d seen the last of him. Head down, she grabbed the rail and went down the steps and walked into a solid wall of muscle. She opened her mouth to apologize and glanced up into Lance’s intense black eyes. He held a red rose in front of him.
“I didn’t know your cell phone number.”
So she hadn’t been as poker-faced as she’d thought about the men’s frequent phone calls. She guessed it was probably Catherine who noticed. She’d probably called Luke, who had called Richard, who in turn had called Lance. It struck Fallon again how close they all were and how they looked after family and friends.
In her traveling so much, she’d missed making those deep, lasting friendships—until she had moved next door to Naomi. “Would you have called?”
“I’m not sure.” He shifted. “I just know I had to see you again.”
“Why?”
“To do this.” He pulled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers.
She didn’t do public displays of affection and was annoyed when seeing others kissing outside of airports. But protest or resistance never entered her mind. She simply melted.
Her arms went around his neck, drawing him closer, taking, giving. The last thing she recalled before her brain fuzzed was that Blade had been right: she did need both hands free.
Chapter 5
Lance gradually became aware of the noise surrounding him and lifted his head. The dazed look on Fallon’s face, the desire in her eyes, almost had him pulling her back in his arms. “You make me forget.”
Her eyes widened. He realized he’d spoken the words out loud. His mind sought a way to mitigate the damage he’d just done. Never let a woman know she had power over you. He knew that as well as his name.
“You seem to have the same effect on me.” Her fingertips stroked his chest through his shirt. “I don’t kiss in public.”
His hands flexed on her arms. “I keep reminding myself you’re leaving on Sunday.”
“So do I.”
He stared down at her. She up at him. Both knew their time was limited, but neither was walking away. He bent to pick up the rose he’d dropped and handed it to her.
“Thank you.”
“Richard’s idea,” Lance felt compelled to say. “I always thought flowers were overdone.”
“Since I love flowers, I’d have to disagree.” She motioned toward the limo and the uniformed man standing by the driver’s door. “He’s waiting for me.”
“Do you want to go someplace tonight?” Lance asked
“Are you asking me on a date?”
He frowned down at her. “I suppose I am.”
“No.” She started for the limo.
He was so stunned by her answer that she’d gotten several steps away before he caught up with her and took her arm. “No?”
“No,” she repeated.
He wasn’t going to ask again or even ask why. He was going to take himself back to the Yates house, because if he saw Richard now he might really strangle him.
“The driver is waiting.”
“Why?” Lance bit out, annoyed at both of them. Not even his aunt was this stubborn.
Fallon’s chin lifted. “Because of the way you asked, as if you’re being forced to take me out. Is Richard behind that as well? Well, let me tell you, I’m not that hard up.” She took off for the limo again.
He was quicker this time and caught her in a couple of steps. “Richard didn’t tell me to take you out. But he was going to introduce you to some guy.”
“So you’re one of those men?”
“What?” Fallon could really give him a headache or a complex, perhaps both.
“You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me, either,”
Similar Books
