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Authors: Donna McDonald
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why I never noticed before. You broke our comfortable silence with a compliment meant to make me swoon in delight. Who knew you were a closet romantic?”
Sam grinned. “I love the way you talk. Swoon in delight. No one says stuff like that anymore, but you do. And you do it over the air during your show.”
Sighing, Eve shook her head. “You’re just as poetic with those compliments you toss out randomly. I bet you kept your wife on her toes trying to earn more of them.”
“Not really,” Sam said. “Angeline always thought I was being silly, even when I was being serious. My romantic side was a bit much for her. Was David romantic?”
“No. Not at all. David would buy me a new bathrobe for Christmas—every Christmas. He did that for most of our married life together. And the bathrobe was not a sexy one. No sir. It was a good, sturdy bathrobe that was fluffy and warm all winter. By the following Christmas, the old one hit the giveaway bag when he would insist I start using the new one. Only the color changed from year to year. When he bought me sapphire earrings for our twentieth anniversary, I was speechless for a good ten minutes,” Eve said, the memory hitting her as hard as it always did. “And then I got mushy and cried every time I looked at them afterward. David never bought me another bathrobe after that. I loved him more for figuring it out.”
Sam laughed. “I loved my wife too, even if she wasn’t very romantic. Angeline was enthusiastic and saw good in everything. It’s nice to live with someone like that.”
“I could tell you loved her from all the pictures,” Eve said. “Nathan tells Megan he wants to be just like you and love her the way you loved his mother. From what I can tell, he’s made a damn good start. I’m definitely going to like having your son in my family, Sam.”
“I think I’m starting to understand what Angeline meant by the compliments making her feel more uncomfortable than charmed,” Sam said.
Eve giggled at his embarrassed reaction to her praise. “How can you be man enough to dish out compliments, but a wimp about taking them? Face it buster, the women in your life think you’re wonderful. It’s no wonder you’re arrogant. It’s probably a natural by-product of all that success you innately have with anyone oozing estrogen.”
“Is any of my success working with you?” Sam asked.
“Not really. My estrogen level is waning these days,” Eve said. “But I have enough to know quality testosterone when it walks under my mistletoe. At my age, you have to rely on your brain as much as your body to know such things. However, I’m willing to let you kiss me again just to see if you’re still able to get my motor running like you’ve been doing. According to Hilde, that’s the kind of man I need in my life.”
Sam shook his head. “Are you ever going to give me a straight answer to any question I ask about your interest in me?”
“Depends on the question,” Eve said.
Sam grinned in the darkness between them. She could see his pleased smirk when the street lamps lit the car.
“Your confusion is your own fault, Sam. If you would have let me get drunk enough last night, I’d have let you give me one of those dozen orgasms you bragged about being capable of and we’d already be lovers. I think my mood has shifted since I’ve had dinner with your dead wife’s parents. This entire day has been spent feeling guilty about lusting for you.”
“You’re lusting for me?” Sam demanded, splitting his attention between her and the road.
Eve laughed. “No. I’m just thinking about your kiss every three seconds and walking around in wet underwear for the first time in three years. That may or may not be lust. It could be something else—like temporary insanity. Or desperation. I hear that often happens to women my age.”
Sam swerved across the line and an oncoming car blew it’s horn at him. “Let’s go back to that comfortable silence you like
Sam grinned. “I love the way you talk. Swoon in delight. No one says stuff like that anymore, but you do. And you do it over the air during your show.”
Sighing, Eve shook her head. “You’re just as poetic with those compliments you toss out randomly. I bet you kept your wife on her toes trying to earn more of them.”
“Not really,” Sam said. “Angeline always thought I was being silly, even when I was being serious. My romantic side was a bit much for her. Was David romantic?”
“No. Not at all. David would buy me a new bathrobe for Christmas—every Christmas. He did that for most of our married life together. And the bathrobe was not a sexy one. No sir. It was a good, sturdy bathrobe that was fluffy and warm all winter. By the following Christmas, the old one hit the giveaway bag when he would insist I start using the new one. Only the color changed from year to year. When he bought me sapphire earrings for our twentieth anniversary, I was speechless for a good ten minutes,” Eve said, the memory hitting her as hard as it always did. “And then I got mushy and cried every time I looked at them afterward. David never bought me another bathrobe after that. I loved him more for figuring it out.”
Sam laughed. “I loved my wife too, even if she wasn’t very romantic. Angeline was enthusiastic and saw good in everything. It’s nice to live with someone like that.”
“I could tell you loved her from all the pictures,” Eve said. “Nathan tells Megan he wants to be just like you and love her the way you loved his mother. From what I can tell, he’s made a damn good start. I’m definitely going to like having your son in my family, Sam.”
“I think I’m starting to understand what Angeline meant by the compliments making her feel more uncomfortable than charmed,” Sam said.
Eve giggled at his embarrassed reaction to her praise. “How can you be man enough to dish out compliments, but a wimp about taking them? Face it buster, the women in your life think you’re wonderful. It’s no wonder you’re arrogant. It’s probably a natural by-product of all that success you innately have with anyone oozing estrogen.”
“Is any of my success working with you?” Sam asked.
“Not really. My estrogen level is waning these days,” Eve said. “But I have enough to know quality testosterone when it walks under my mistletoe. At my age, you have to rely on your brain as much as your body to know such things. However, I’m willing to let you kiss me again just to see if you’re still able to get my motor running like you’ve been doing. According to Hilde, that’s the kind of man I need in my life.”
Sam shook his head. “Are you ever going to give me a straight answer to any question I ask about your interest in me?”
“Depends on the question,” Eve said.
Sam grinned in the darkness between them. She could see his pleased smirk when the street lamps lit the car.
“Your confusion is your own fault, Sam. If you would have let me get drunk enough last night, I’d have let you give me one of those dozen orgasms you bragged about being capable of and we’d already be lovers. I think my mood has shifted since I’ve had dinner with your dead wife’s parents. This entire day has been spent feeling guilty about lusting for you.”
“You’re lusting for me?” Sam demanded, splitting his attention between her and the road.
Eve laughed. “No. I’m just thinking about your kiss every three seconds and walking around in wet underwear for the first time in three years. That may or may not be lust. It could be something else—like temporary insanity. Or desperation. I hear that often happens to women my age.”
Sam swerved across the line and an oncoming car blew it’s horn at him. “Let’s go back to that comfortable silence you like
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