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Authors: Heather Webber
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hand, he tore a few off, handed them to me. He knelt down, dabbed at my leg. My calf smoldered beneath his touch.
20 - 4 is ...
"Do you need to go after her?" I finally said.
16.
He tapped my foot so I'd lift it. Carefully, he slid a paper towel over my boot. "The dry cleaner should be able to get the coffee out of your pants. Send me the bill." He sponged the carpet.
"Do you need to go after her?" I repeated. I didn't know much about Cara other than her name, she was a nurse, and she'd been unable to deal with Sean's health troubles. And now I knew she was absolutely beautiful.
I could have done without that knowledge.
Whoever said knowledge was power had to have been crazy. Denial ... now that was a sentiment I could get behind.
"No." Paper towels dripped as he stood. He carried them into the kitchen. He came back out, dragging a hand over his face. "This isn't how I wanted this to go."
My voice cracked as I asked, "Wanted what? Wait. You were with her last night, weren't you? I called. She answered."
"She showed up on Sam's doorstep last night, sobbing."
Sean and his dog Thoreau had been staying with Sam since moving out of the place he'd shared with Cara last month.
Stressed, I jumped right into division problems, which said a lot, because I hated division.
24/4 is 6.
"Lucy?"
I tried to breathe. "Are you going back to her?"
"What? No."
My stomach was starting to ache. "Then why was she here?"
"Come into my office."
I tried to move, but my feet wouldn't budge. It took the searing heat of Sean's hand at the small of my back to get me moving.
"Lucy?"
"Yeah?" I sank into a chair.
"Look at me."
I really didn't want to. "No, thank you."
"Please?"
I looked. His eyes, those alluring, sexy milky-gray eyes, held such tenderness that my breath caught.
"Sorry about the coffee," he said, his breath sweet against my lips.
"Why was she here?" My voice hardly shook at all, but it was a good thing I was sitting because my knees would have probably buckled.
My mind, bracing for something disastrous, started reeling with everything but thoughts of Sean. Of my Christmas list, of Preston and the mysterious Cutter, of my stressed-out father, of what Raphael didn't tell me, of Leo, of Aiden and Em, of Sarah Loehman, and of needing to tell Aiden about the latest Handmaiden letter.
Sean pulled me out of my seat and into a tight embrace. My skin sizzled. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and drank in the scent of him. The soap, the cologne, coffee.
Finally my mind ran out of distractions and I had to repeat my question. "Why was she here?"
He pulled back, cupped my face with his hands, and kept looking at me with that same tenderness. His hands slid down to my shoulders, slipping down my arms. He took my hands in his.
A wave of dizziness nearly knocked me over. Visions came in snippets, a piece here, a piece there. Christmas lights glowing on bare skin, his mouth on my thigh ...
I yanked my hands away. I couldn't take such sweet torture right now. "Why, Sean?"
"She needs me right now."
So much for Cupid's Curse having been zapped right out of me.
I drew in a breath and sank back into my chair. "What's that mean?"
"She's sick. Maybe." He shook his head, raked hishand through his hair, sending floppy spikes upward.
"Maybe?"
He sat on the edge of his desk. "She called yesterday--when we were in the hallway."
Ah. So it had been her number that had caused his frown.
"The doctors need to run tests. Spinal taps and MRIs and all kinds of things. She doesn't really have anyone else, Lucy, to be with her right now. And she shouldn't have to do this alone."
"No family?" I hated the pettiness in my voice, but it couldn't be helped.
"No siblings. Her dad left when she was little and her mom remarried and is in Arizona. Cara doesn't want to bother her until she finds out what's wrong."
Cara, however, didn't mind bothering Sean.
Pettiness was ugly. I closed my eyes and tried to find a little compassion.
20 - 4 is ...
"Do you need to go after her?" I finally said.
16.
He tapped my foot so I'd lift it. Carefully, he slid a paper towel over my boot. "The dry cleaner should be able to get the coffee out of your pants. Send me the bill." He sponged the carpet.
"Do you need to go after her?" I repeated. I didn't know much about Cara other than her name, she was a nurse, and she'd been unable to deal with Sean's health troubles. And now I knew she was absolutely beautiful.
I could have done without that knowledge.
Whoever said knowledge was power had to have been crazy. Denial ... now that was a sentiment I could get behind.
"No." Paper towels dripped as he stood. He carried them into the kitchen. He came back out, dragging a hand over his face. "This isn't how I wanted this to go."
My voice cracked as I asked, "Wanted what? Wait. You were with her last night, weren't you? I called. She answered."
"She showed up on Sam's doorstep last night, sobbing."
Sean and his dog Thoreau had been staying with Sam since moving out of the place he'd shared with Cara last month.
Stressed, I jumped right into division problems, which said a lot, because I hated division.
24/4 is 6.
"Lucy?"
I tried to breathe. "Are you going back to her?"
"What? No."
My stomach was starting to ache. "Then why was she here?"
"Come into my office."
I tried to move, but my feet wouldn't budge. It took the searing heat of Sean's hand at the small of my back to get me moving.
"Lucy?"
"Yeah?" I sank into a chair.
"Look at me."
I really didn't want to. "No, thank you."
"Please?"
I looked. His eyes, those alluring, sexy milky-gray eyes, held such tenderness that my breath caught.
"Sorry about the coffee," he said, his breath sweet against my lips.
"Why was she here?" My voice hardly shook at all, but it was a good thing I was sitting because my knees would have probably buckled.
My mind, bracing for something disastrous, started reeling with everything but thoughts of Sean. Of my Christmas list, of Preston and the mysterious Cutter, of my stressed-out father, of what Raphael didn't tell me, of Leo, of Aiden and Em, of Sarah Loehman, and of needing to tell Aiden about the latest Handmaiden letter.
Sean pulled me out of my seat and into a tight embrace. My skin sizzled. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and drank in the scent of him. The soap, the cologne, coffee.
Finally my mind ran out of distractions and I had to repeat my question. "Why was she here?"
He pulled back, cupped my face with his hands, and kept looking at me with that same tenderness. His hands slid down to my shoulders, slipping down my arms. He took my hands in his.
A wave of dizziness nearly knocked me over. Visions came in snippets, a piece here, a piece there. Christmas lights glowing on bare skin, his mouth on my thigh ...
I yanked my hands away. I couldn't take such sweet torture right now. "Why, Sean?"
"She needs me right now."
So much for Cupid's Curse having been zapped right out of me.
I drew in a breath and sank back into my chair. "What's that mean?"
"She's sick. Maybe." He shook his head, raked hishand through his hair, sending floppy spikes upward.
"Maybe?"
He sat on the edge of his desk. "She called yesterday--when we were in the hallway."
Ah. So it had been her number that had caused his frown.
"The doctors need to run tests. Spinal taps and MRIs and all kinds of things. She doesn't really have anyone else, Lucy, to be with her right now. And she shouldn't have to do this alone."
"No family?" I hated the pettiness in my voice, but it couldn't be helped.
"No siblings. Her dad left when she was little and her mom remarried and is in Arizona. Cara doesn't want to bother her until she finds out what's wrong."
Cara, however, didn't mind bothering Sean.
Pettiness was ugly. I closed my eyes and tried to find a little compassion.
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