hadnât expected it, hadnât felt him drawing near, yet she welcomed it as he moved his lips over hers leisurely, enticingly. His tongue sought entry, but still he kept things slow when what she suddenly wanted was speed and heat, the hunger for him intense.
Too intense. She wasnât ready for this. Not now. Not yet. She didnât want to know what he was like in bed, because she figured heâd be perfectionâgenerous and satisfying, as he was in every other aspect in life. She didnât want to be left with that memory when he walked away.
âStop,â she whispered. âPlease.â
He released her. She lifted the cucumber slices away and looked at him, at his expression that told her little, only that maybe her quick change in mood seemed a little crazy to him. She wanted to share, but she couldnât. Not yet.
âHungry?â he asked. âSandwiches are ready.â
Hungry? âStarved,â she said, standing, feeling a little light-headed then finding her bearings again.
âYou look better,â he said later, after theyâd eaten.
She nodded. She felt better, too. Energized and arousedâan invigorating combination. âIâm ready to get to work.â
Hours later they called in an order for pizza, plopped onto the couch and surveyed her living room. As soon as they recycled the magazines and other papers theyâd stacked by her front door, there would be little left to take up space.
âI knew I didnât have much furniture,â she said. âBut I thought I had more than this.â
âDo you have anything in storage somewhere?â
âThis is all of it. Iâve always traveled light. I also gave away most of my old pieces when I moved in here, wanting to start fresh.â
âDo you have ideas about furnishing the rooms?â
âIâd like it to look good. A place I could bring not just friends but business associates to, but Iâm so bad at decorating, Gavin. I have no vision for the big picture.â
âHow about the little picture?â
âWhat do you mean?â
Gavin walked into the guest room and came out with a box. âI came across these today. Something from your childhood, I imagine.â
She peered into the box as he held the lid open, but she didnât take anything out. She knew what was insideâabout fifty figurines of dogs made of alldifferent kinds of materials, from ceramic to plastic to metal. Breeds of all kinds, too. From three inches tall to a half inch.
âWould you want these displayed?â he asked.
âI canât see them fitting the decor.â
âDoes it matter? If theyâre special, theyâll fit.â
âNo. Theyâre kid stuff.â
âYet youâve kept them.â
âTheyâre from my past. I donât need them displayed.â Or the memories associated with them. She knew she was being abrupt and evasive, but she couldnât talk about it with him.
He was quiet a long time. âMy sister Shana is pretty good at decorating, apparently. If you want, I can get her involved.â
âYou are the gift that keeps on giving,â Becca said with a sigh, relieved heâd stopped pushing. âYes. By all means, yes.â She would say anything at this point to end his questions.
He pulled out his phone, searched for a number.
âYou donât have to take care of it right this second,â she said, feeling guilty for turning over the task to him and his sister, but also wishing he would just rest for a few minutes. Heâd been teaching her how to do that, yet couldnât always do the same himself.
Sometimes he seemedâ¦well, haunted, for lack of a better word. He retreated into himself, not talking, emptying boxes as if on autopilot.
âWe canât delay, Becca. Thisâll take a few days, and I donât know what kind of time she has available.âHe held up a finger.
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