Read Online Beg Me by Jennifer Probst - Free Book Online Page A

the dining room table, hosting meatball eating contests. Cara always felt like she was truly home in the Steele house.
    “Good. Dad retired so they’re having fun being on their own schedule. Traveling.”
    “Are any of your brothers married?”
    He shook his head. “Not yet. But they’re all in committed relationships right now and seem happy. It’s nice. Rafe got out of the military so it’s good to have him home safe.”
    Cara sighed. “You have such a tight knit family. I’m glad you’re all back together.”
    “Your turn. How’d you settle on Vegas? Or are you?”
    “I am. Bought a little house outside of town. After I left Atlantic City, I headed down south. I craved the sun and the feeling of everything being a bit lighter. I did some odd jobs for a while, waitressing, book store clerk, and then finally I realized I really wanted to go back to school.”
    “For history? Teaching?”
    “Special education. I love it. I always felt something didn’t fit with being a professor, or even teaching elementary. But once I began working with special needs children, something clicked. I finished my degree, and decided to head for California to settle. But there were some great opportunities in Vegas, so I tweaked my plan, came here, and fell into the world immediately.”
    “Vegas isn’t too much for you?”
    She laughed. “That’s what I love about it. You can come to the Strip and have all your desires met. But I have a great job, and live in a really quiet neighborhood, so it’s like the best of both worlds.”
    “You always did hate the winters,” he murmured. “You’d wear those godawful socks in neon colors. They were so thick they rivaled my grandmother’s.”
    “Cold feet, warm heart,” she recited.
    They smiled at each other, and the crackle of electricity zinged in a crazy loop, pulling them a bit closer. She studied the carved features of his face, heavy brows, square chin, the spill of coal hair over his forehead. God, he was so beautiful. God, she wanted him so much.
    Instead, she veered back to friendly topics of conversation. She needed him to learn to trust her again. Not the Cara from years ago, but the woman she’d become. They’d already bonded physically, but now, she needed to see if Remington Steele could also like her.
    “You still play the guitar?” she asked.
    “Hell, yes. I jam by myself usually, but Rick hooked me up with three other guys who like to play. We meet once a week.”
    “I’m glad. There was something about you when you played guitar.”
    “I looked cool, right? You wanted me?”
    Cara laughed. “I always wanted you, Rem. No, it was this sense of freedom. Pure joy in your face. I could watch you for hours.”
    He tilted his head and studied her. “The last few women I dated rolled their eyes and called me a Peter Pan. They didn’t get it.”
    “They didn’t get you.”
    The jolt of connection sizzled. He pulled his gaze away, and took a long pull of his beer. “Tell me about your teaching. Rafe’s girlfriend teaches at Lakeside Elementary.”
    “Great school. I actually work for a private institution. Sommerset Park. The classes are small, and I have a lot of support. I feel like I can do my job well. Get to know the kids on a personal basis.”
    “Do you still volunteer at animal shelters? Take in strays?”
    “I do. I spend Saturdays helping out, and fostering senior dogs when I can.”
    “Remember those feral cats you were determined to help? They scared the hell out of me. Yet, they came to you like you were their mother.”
    Her eyes glowed from the memory. “They were born under the front porch. The poor mother was so scared. It took me forever to get her to trust me.”
    “She used to hiss and snarl when I came to visit you.”
    Cara giggled. “Such a big, bad, Dom. You used to wait in the car and call me out because you were afraid to come in.”
    He glowered. “I’ve heard of mother cats killing men before to protect their