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Authors: Calista Fox
Tags: Erótica
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he had no idea how wonderful he truly was. With one last kiss, he said, “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”
“You too.” She walked away, taking the stairs to her room.
She dumped her clothes in a chair and changed into a pair of loose pants and a comfortable long-sleeved shirt. Eyeing the bed, she debated her options. Her stomach twisted at the thought she’d once shared that intimate space with Tommy. And he’d shared it with someone else. Hell, rumor had it he and Amy had gotten it on in every room at the B&B. How was that not the most humiliating damn thing?
Tormented by her misfortune—and her botched evening with Caleb—she left the room. Downstairs, she retrieved a spare pillow and comforter from the linen closet and dropped them on the sofa that faced the fireplace. She started a low blaze in the hearth, then curled up on the couch.
Her mind wandered briefly to the hunky cowboy-vet-rescuer-of-abused-horses-and-devastated-women. Or woman . He didn’t seem to be the sort to collect broken hearts, and he’d said as much. He’d come unexpectedly into her life, but not even his sizzling kisses could keep her from thinking of her altercation with Tommy. And cursing the day she’d said “I do”, when she’d known, deep in her heart, it’d turn out to be a mistake.
* * * * *
Caleb stepped out of the shower the next morning and reached for a towel. After dragging on a pair of jeans and brushing his teeth, he grabbed a long-sleeved Henley from one of his duffle bags. He pulled it on as he walked into the kitchen, the rich scent of coffee drawing his attention.
He found Reese at the counter. “‘Mornin’, darlin’.”
She turned and he planted a kiss on her. The move seemed to take her aback, as though she was surprised he hadn’t hesitated to show her affection. Maybe the ex hadn’t been so forthcoming with intimate gestures.
“Good morning,” she said, a blush creeping up on her. “I have no idea what you want for breakfast, so I cooked a bit of everything.” Removing the foil from a serving platter, she said, “Help yourself.”
The plate was piled high with scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, breakfast potatoes, French toast and silver-dollar pancakes. His stomach growled.
“That’s for both of us, right?”
“I have to run,” she told him with a furrowed brow that expressed her disappointment. “Ginger had a wedding dream last night that resulted in some sort of dramatic change in direction for the design of her dress—not the first time, mind you, and for sure not the last. Anyway, she needs to see her seamstress immediately . She just called to ask me to open the shop for her.”
“We’re still on for dinner?”
One corner of her mouth dipped, as though she was having second thoughts. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
“Put it out of your mind, Reese. I’m not the least bit spooked.” He gave her a pointed look. “Tell me we’re still on for this evening.”
She nodded. “Of course.” After collecting her purse and keys, she added, “Don’t worry about the dishes or your bed. I’ll take care of everything when I get back.”
She left the kitchen and he heard the front door close behind her. Knowing Reese, she’d already set the table for him, so he took the platter and a cup of coffee into the great room and had breakfast alone. Not an uncommon occurrence, since he’d kept an apartment in Dallas that he hadn’t shared with anyone, but he would have enjoyed eating with her.
Despite her instructions, when he was done, he wrapped up the leftovers and put them in the fridge, then rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. He made his own bed, as he’d done since he was a kid, despite his parents having house staff. Then he headed to the Painted Horse to meet with various people who’d graciously given up their Saturday for him.
Don Peters was his first appointment. The good-natured vet arrived just minutes after Caleb.
They shook hands and Don
“You too.” She walked away, taking the stairs to her room.
She dumped her clothes in a chair and changed into a pair of loose pants and a comfortable long-sleeved shirt. Eyeing the bed, she debated her options. Her stomach twisted at the thought she’d once shared that intimate space with Tommy. And he’d shared it with someone else. Hell, rumor had it he and Amy had gotten it on in every room at the B&B. How was that not the most humiliating damn thing?
Tormented by her misfortune—and her botched evening with Caleb—she left the room. Downstairs, she retrieved a spare pillow and comforter from the linen closet and dropped them on the sofa that faced the fireplace. She started a low blaze in the hearth, then curled up on the couch.
Her mind wandered briefly to the hunky cowboy-vet-rescuer-of-abused-horses-and-devastated-women. Or woman . He didn’t seem to be the sort to collect broken hearts, and he’d said as much. He’d come unexpectedly into her life, but not even his sizzling kisses could keep her from thinking of her altercation with Tommy. And cursing the day she’d said “I do”, when she’d known, deep in her heart, it’d turn out to be a mistake.
* * * * *
Caleb stepped out of the shower the next morning and reached for a towel. After dragging on a pair of jeans and brushing his teeth, he grabbed a long-sleeved Henley from one of his duffle bags. He pulled it on as he walked into the kitchen, the rich scent of coffee drawing his attention.
He found Reese at the counter. “‘Mornin’, darlin’.”
She turned and he planted a kiss on her. The move seemed to take her aback, as though she was surprised he hadn’t hesitated to show her affection. Maybe the ex hadn’t been so forthcoming with intimate gestures.
“Good morning,” she said, a blush creeping up on her. “I have no idea what you want for breakfast, so I cooked a bit of everything.” Removing the foil from a serving platter, she said, “Help yourself.”
The plate was piled high with scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, breakfast potatoes, French toast and silver-dollar pancakes. His stomach growled.
“That’s for both of us, right?”
“I have to run,” she told him with a furrowed brow that expressed her disappointment. “Ginger had a wedding dream last night that resulted in some sort of dramatic change in direction for the design of her dress—not the first time, mind you, and for sure not the last. Anyway, she needs to see her seamstress immediately . She just called to ask me to open the shop for her.”
“We’re still on for dinner?”
One corner of her mouth dipped, as though she was having second thoughts. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
“Put it out of your mind, Reese. I’m not the least bit spooked.” He gave her a pointed look. “Tell me we’re still on for this evening.”
She nodded. “Of course.” After collecting her purse and keys, she added, “Don’t worry about the dishes or your bed. I’ll take care of everything when I get back.”
She left the kitchen and he heard the front door close behind her. Knowing Reese, she’d already set the table for him, so he took the platter and a cup of coffee into the great room and had breakfast alone. Not an uncommon occurrence, since he’d kept an apartment in Dallas that he hadn’t shared with anyone, but he would have enjoyed eating with her.
Despite her instructions, when he was done, he wrapped up the leftovers and put them in the fridge, then rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. He made his own bed, as he’d done since he was a kid, despite his parents having house staff. Then he headed to the Painted Horse to meet with various people who’d graciously given up their Saturday for him.
Don Peters was his first appointment. The good-natured vet arrived just minutes after Caleb.
They shook hands and Don
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