Finn.
He’d shrugged. “I used to come several times a week.”
“Don’t you anymore?”
Finn had shaken his head. “Nah. I used to work across the street. Now that I’m at 63rd and the Dan Ryan it’s a little far to drive for lunch, even for Paul’s food.”
Esa had opened her mouth to ask him more about his previous job but Paul called out at that moment, holding up a partial round of cheese. Finn nodded his approval and Paul added it to the paper sack already filled with a crusty loaf of bread, a package filled with marinated olives, a bottle of wine, a plastic wine opener, cups, napkins and two enormous fresh peaches.
After parking Rachel’s car in the parking garage at Finn’s condo, they’d strolled lazily down Lake Shore Drive to Millennium Park. Since the day was so beautiful and the park was fully decked out in brilliant autumn regalia, they’d walked a bit before settling down to eat lunch.
They’d paused to watch a group being supervised in park-sponsored pumpkin carving. One particular pair of participants had caught Esa’s eye—a five- or six-year-old chestnut brown-haired girl accompanied by what appeared to be her grandmother. The older lady had successfully traced the pattern for the jack-o-lantern onto the pumpkin but she was wincing in discomfort as she tried to use a razor-type knife to carve out the meticulous design.
“No, it’s too sharp for you, Melissa,” Esa heard the grandmother tell the girl gently when the child tried to take the knife from her.
“Do you mind?” Esa asked with a friendly smile at the gray-haired lady as she nodded toward the hand that held the cutting tool.
The older lady looked confused by Esa’s request but she held up her hand nevertheless. Esa took the woman’s thin hand and removed the knife. Her fingers expertly massaged and soothed the arthritis pain that was clearly plaguing the elderly lady’s hand while she tried to enjoy a golden afternoon with her granddaughter.
The woman was grinning broadly by the time Esa released her hand a moment later. “Thank you!” She flexed her fingers and her smile widened. “It feels so much better. You have a gift there, young lady.”
Esa returned the woman’s smile. “It was my pleasure. You two ladies have a wonderful day.”
* * * * *
Kitten avoided his puzzled stare and headed quickly down the path away from the pumpkin carvers.
“What was that all about?” Finn asked when he reached her side.
“What? Oh, that ? I’m good at massage. I get a lot of practice, you know,” she explained with a sultry look. His return appraisal was frankly suspicious.
“Is that your way of telling me that your bedmates are usually in their seventies and suffering from arthritis?”
“You’d hardly fit the bill if that were true, lover,” she teased.
The red-blooded male in him couldn’t resist the heat in her brandy-colored eyes. He spread his hand on her lower back just above her right butt cheek. When he applied a slight pressure Kitten slowed and came to a halt.
He leaned down and planted a slow, hot kiss on her lush lips. Christ, she tasted good. When he realized that he’d turned her in his arms so that he could reexperience firsthand how well she fit against him, and that his cock had stiffened to full readiness with record-breaking speed, Finn regretfully broke their embrace.
When he lightly urged a dazed-looking Kitten to keep walking, he had to take several deep breaths to regain his equilibrium. He’d have to watch himself. Her taste did strange things to his body chemistry. He was supposed to be having a little fun with a sexy woman to get over Julia and pull him out of the dumps he’d been in since his father’s death. At the rate he was going he was going to become thoroughly addicted to Kitten’s sweet mouth—not to mention the rest of her succulently curvy body.
Whoa, he definitely needed to apply some brakes here. He reluctantly removed his hand from the enticing swell of her
He’d shrugged. “I used to come several times a week.”
“Don’t you anymore?”
Finn had shaken his head. “Nah. I used to work across the street. Now that I’m at 63rd and the Dan Ryan it’s a little far to drive for lunch, even for Paul’s food.”
Esa had opened her mouth to ask him more about his previous job but Paul called out at that moment, holding up a partial round of cheese. Finn nodded his approval and Paul added it to the paper sack already filled with a crusty loaf of bread, a package filled with marinated olives, a bottle of wine, a plastic wine opener, cups, napkins and two enormous fresh peaches.
After parking Rachel’s car in the parking garage at Finn’s condo, they’d strolled lazily down Lake Shore Drive to Millennium Park. Since the day was so beautiful and the park was fully decked out in brilliant autumn regalia, they’d walked a bit before settling down to eat lunch.
They’d paused to watch a group being supervised in park-sponsored pumpkin carving. One particular pair of participants had caught Esa’s eye—a five- or six-year-old chestnut brown-haired girl accompanied by what appeared to be her grandmother. The older lady had successfully traced the pattern for the jack-o-lantern onto the pumpkin but she was wincing in discomfort as she tried to use a razor-type knife to carve out the meticulous design.
“No, it’s too sharp for you, Melissa,” Esa heard the grandmother tell the girl gently when the child tried to take the knife from her.
“Do you mind?” Esa asked with a friendly smile at the gray-haired lady as she nodded toward the hand that held the cutting tool.
The older lady looked confused by Esa’s request but she held up her hand nevertheless. Esa took the woman’s thin hand and removed the knife. Her fingers expertly massaged and soothed the arthritis pain that was clearly plaguing the elderly lady’s hand while she tried to enjoy a golden afternoon with her granddaughter.
The woman was grinning broadly by the time Esa released her hand a moment later. “Thank you!” She flexed her fingers and her smile widened. “It feels so much better. You have a gift there, young lady.”
Esa returned the woman’s smile. “It was my pleasure. You two ladies have a wonderful day.”
* * * * *
Kitten avoided his puzzled stare and headed quickly down the path away from the pumpkin carvers.
“What was that all about?” Finn asked when he reached her side.
“What? Oh, that ? I’m good at massage. I get a lot of practice, you know,” she explained with a sultry look. His return appraisal was frankly suspicious.
“Is that your way of telling me that your bedmates are usually in their seventies and suffering from arthritis?”
“You’d hardly fit the bill if that were true, lover,” she teased.
The red-blooded male in him couldn’t resist the heat in her brandy-colored eyes. He spread his hand on her lower back just above her right butt cheek. When he applied a slight pressure Kitten slowed and came to a halt.
He leaned down and planted a slow, hot kiss on her lush lips. Christ, she tasted good. When he realized that he’d turned her in his arms so that he could reexperience firsthand how well she fit against him, and that his cock had stiffened to full readiness with record-breaking speed, Finn regretfully broke their embrace.
When he lightly urged a dazed-looking Kitten to keep walking, he had to take several deep breaths to regain his equilibrium. He’d have to watch himself. Her taste did strange things to his body chemistry. He was supposed to be having a little fun with a sexy woman to get over Julia and pull him out of the dumps he’d been in since his father’s death. At the rate he was going he was going to become thoroughly addicted to Kitten’s sweet mouth—not to mention the rest of her succulently curvy body.
Whoa, he definitely needed to apply some brakes here. He reluctantly removed his hand from the enticing swell of her
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