Read Online Blinding Rain, Season 2, Episode 7 (Rising Storm) by Elisabeth Naughton - Free Book Online

back at his mouth made him want to kiss her all over again. But this time he wanted to do it where no one else could see. “Are you still up for feeding me?”
    A wide, gorgeous smile spread across her face. “I am. How do steaks sound?”
    He opened the car door for her and helped her in. “Steaks sound great.”
    He closed her door, moved around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat. Just as he was about to start the ignition, Mary Louise put a hand on his arm. “Just one question, though.”
    He looked at her. “Yeah?”
    “Assuming you like my, uh, cooking...” She bit her lip, looking nervous and gorgeous and perfect. “I was just wondering...how do you like your eggs in the morning?”
    Heat rushed through his body, electrifying him in ways he hadn’t felt in way too long. From any other woman that would have sounded dirty and presumptuous. From her, it sounded absolutely right. Letting go of the ignition, he slid a hand in her hair, unable to keep from touching her. “I think after everything you’ve done for me today, I’m the one who owes you breakfast. Hopefully in bed.”
    Her eyes went all soft and dreamy the way he’d always wanted a woman to look at him. “I am not about to turn down that offer, Mr. Almost Mayor.”
    Neither would he. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. And this time he didn’t care who saw.
     
    * * * *
     
    “So, then,” Delia said, smiling at Logan in a familiar way that tightened his stomach before glancing back at Marcus and Brittany seated across the table from them. “My father comes barreling into my bedroom, sure he heard a male voice. I shrieked and jumped off my bed, doing my best to sound shocked and appalled that he didn’t trust me and tried to push him out the door. Meanwhile, Logan here’s pinned under my bed in nothing but his boxers, trying not to make a sound because he knows if my father sees him, he’s dead.”
    Marcus chuckled. Brittany rolled her eyes and tried not to smile as she sipped her wine. All Logan could do was shake his head and say, “Teenage hormones. I’ve got no excuse but that.”
    Laughing, Delia leaned against him in the booth at the Italian restaurant Brittany had picked and patted his knee under the table. “I’m sure I was to blame for that. As I recall, you were nervous about my parents being home and wanted to leave long before my father rushed in. I’m the one who convinced you to stay.”
    A memory of that night, when Delia had tempted him to stay with her fingers and lips, flashed in his mind. But it didn’t bring the rush of heat he’d thought it would. “So you’re the bad influence,” he said, trying not to read too much into that fact.
    “I’m always the bad influence, don’t you know that?” Delia sat up and reached for her wine. “Part of the reason I left.”
    “So are you back to stay?” Britanny asked.
    “Yep.” Delia set her wine down. “Newly divorced and back home with the folks again. It’s like a bad country song.”
    “I don’t know too many country songs that include a teacher-student romance,” Marcus muttered, lifting his wine to his lips.
    Brittany must have kicked him under the table because he flinched, looked her way, and said, “Ow, that hurt.”
    Brittany’s eyes widened and she angled her head toward Delia.
    Frowning, Marcus looked across the table at Delia and said, “Sorry. I didn’t realize I said that out loud.”
    “It’s okay.” An amused expression crossed Delia’s face, and she waved a hand. “I’ve heard it all, believe me.”
    Delia seemed happy enough, but Logan couldn’t tell if it was an act, and part of him wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask if she was really okay. She’d obviously been through something big to walk out on her husband and come back to Storm. And while he was happy to see her again and was having a good time tonight, he didn’t particularly want to hear all about her sob story. At least not when he was still trying to get