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mouth.
Smooth, creamy, and chocolaty. She couldn’t help but savor the flavor. And savor the memories of last night with Nick.
The prick .
“I know. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take some time for yourself. Take a break once in a while.”
She broke away from Steve’s knowing gaze and crossed the kitchen. She placed her mug in the big white cast-iron sink. “No time. Even if I could, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
“Why don’t we take Jesse and go to the coast? We haven’t been over to the beach in ages.”
She glanced over her shoulder. Steve rarely suggested going to the coast. When his wife, Judy, was alive, they’d spent a lot of time at the beach. Since she died, it was difficult to persuade Steve to go. Too many memories. It was hard even for Phoebe. They’d spent so much time there, it seemed Judy’s presence was washed into the air with each wave that crashed onto the sand.
“Really?” she asked.
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I think it would do us all some good.”
“Okay. We’ll plan it over the next week or two. If the weather’s nice, we can camp.” She turned back to the sink to wash her cup. Yes, a break would be a good thing. She had been working her tush off. Maybe that was why she was having this strange reaction to Nick. She was stressed and wasn’t thinking straight.
Right. That had to be it. Organic pudding is turning you on. Obviously, something is wrong with you!
Because there was no way—no way at all—that she’d be attracted to him otherwise. Nick Avalon was trouble, and that was certainly the last thing she needed. She had enough going on in her life, and she simply couldn’t afford to make things more difficult by allowing Nick to touch her—either physically or emotionally.
She straightened. You’re in charge. You’re the boss. He’s only doing this as a way to get some power over you.
Well, he was going to learn a lesson about real women. There was no way on earth she’d let that man think he held any power over her, because he didn’t.
None whatsoever.
Now she just needed to make sure he knew that.
She looked up and through the window over the sink. A soft wind blew through the redwood trees, and she heard the calming whoosh of leaves in the breeze.
What was she going to do now? Sex with Nick was totally inappropriate behavior on so many levels. She was his boss, for heaven’s sake. She needed to be in control, and this certainly wasn’t going to help a situation in which she barely held the reins as it was.
It couldn’t happen again. Never. Ever. It was totally inappropriate. She needed to be able to assert her authority, and succumbing to Nick each time he tempted her with his delicious taste sensations simply would not do.
First, she needed some space. She’d go to the farm and work. Working on the farm always helped clear her mind, energized her, and gave her strength.
And she was going to need a lot of strength to stay away from Nick Avalon.
* * *
Sipping coffee on the front porch, Nick stared into the woods. They hadn’t changed in the past week; really, nothing had.
The day stretched out before him—he didn’t need to be at the café until that afternoon, so he had several hours to kill. It was 9:00 a.m., and normally he’d still be sleeping. But here in Redbolt there were no after-work parties to attend, so out of boredom he’d been going to bed earlier and earlier.
And he’d been waking up early, too. Back in L.A., he’d sleep the day away until it was time to get up and go to work. Eat, sleep, drink, fuck. That pretty much summed up his life. Oh, and driving of course. In L.A., a person needed a car like he needed oxygen. And if that person wanted to be seen as able to swim with the big fish, that person also needed a vehicle that announced that. Nick figured nothing announced who he was—and he was someone—like the huge Hummer he’d chosen as his method of transportation. Funny, no one out here seemed
Smooth, creamy, and chocolaty. She couldn’t help but savor the flavor. And savor the memories of last night with Nick.
The prick .
“I know. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take some time for yourself. Take a break once in a while.”
She broke away from Steve’s knowing gaze and crossed the kitchen. She placed her mug in the big white cast-iron sink. “No time. Even if I could, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
“Why don’t we take Jesse and go to the coast? We haven’t been over to the beach in ages.”
She glanced over her shoulder. Steve rarely suggested going to the coast. When his wife, Judy, was alive, they’d spent a lot of time at the beach. Since she died, it was difficult to persuade Steve to go. Too many memories. It was hard even for Phoebe. They’d spent so much time there, it seemed Judy’s presence was washed into the air with each wave that crashed onto the sand.
“Really?” she asked.
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I think it would do us all some good.”
“Okay. We’ll plan it over the next week or two. If the weather’s nice, we can camp.” She turned back to the sink to wash her cup. Yes, a break would be a good thing. She had been working her tush off. Maybe that was why she was having this strange reaction to Nick. She was stressed and wasn’t thinking straight.
Right. That had to be it. Organic pudding is turning you on. Obviously, something is wrong with you!
Because there was no way—no way at all—that she’d be attracted to him otherwise. Nick Avalon was trouble, and that was certainly the last thing she needed. She had enough going on in her life, and she simply couldn’t afford to make things more difficult by allowing Nick to touch her—either physically or emotionally.
She straightened. You’re in charge. You’re the boss. He’s only doing this as a way to get some power over you.
Well, he was going to learn a lesson about real women. There was no way on earth she’d let that man think he held any power over her, because he didn’t.
None whatsoever.
Now she just needed to make sure he knew that.
She looked up and through the window over the sink. A soft wind blew through the redwood trees, and she heard the calming whoosh of leaves in the breeze.
What was she going to do now? Sex with Nick was totally inappropriate behavior on so many levels. She was his boss, for heaven’s sake. She needed to be in control, and this certainly wasn’t going to help a situation in which she barely held the reins as it was.
It couldn’t happen again. Never. Ever. It was totally inappropriate. She needed to be able to assert her authority, and succumbing to Nick each time he tempted her with his delicious taste sensations simply would not do.
First, she needed some space. She’d go to the farm and work. Working on the farm always helped clear her mind, energized her, and gave her strength.
And she was going to need a lot of strength to stay away from Nick Avalon.
* * *
Sipping coffee on the front porch, Nick stared into the woods. They hadn’t changed in the past week; really, nothing had.
The day stretched out before him—he didn’t need to be at the café until that afternoon, so he had several hours to kill. It was 9:00 a.m., and normally he’d still be sleeping. But here in Redbolt there were no after-work parties to attend, so out of boredom he’d been going to bed earlier and earlier.
And he’d been waking up early, too. Back in L.A., he’d sleep the day away until it was time to get up and go to work. Eat, sleep, drink, fuck. That pretty much summed up his life. Oh, and driving of course. In L.A., a person needed a car like he needed oxygen. And if that person wanted to be seen as able to swim with the big fish, that person also needed a vehicle that announced that. Nick figured nothing announced who he was—and he was someone—like the huge Hummer he’d chosen as his method of transportation. Funny, no one out here seemed
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