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in the
profusion of colors my winter-deadened eyes craved. I couldn't believe it.
"They forced the bulbs,"
Liam explained. "I heard about it on Channel 6 and knew you needed to see
it."
"Oh my gosh," I babbled. The
joy of the colors bubbled up in my heart until there was no room for anything
else. I gasped and laughed like a child, running up and down the walkway,
touching the flowers, inhaling the delicate scent, and feeling the soft petals
against my fingers...my cheeks.
All the while, Liam was watching me
with a delighted look on his face. When I caught his eye, he nodded and shoved
his hands in his pockets, looking like a bashful schoolboy with that dimple.
"Are you happy?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes!" I shouted. The warmth,
the colors, the flowers - the whiskey - were all a swirl of excitement in my
head. I laughed out loud.
And then threw myself into his arms
and kissed him.
"Oof," he grunted. I could
hear the smile in his voice and feel his lip curling in amusement under mine.
But when I pressed up against him,
his amused peck became harder, rough and insistent. He pulled me closer,
backing up so that we moved into a more private alcove. His tongue found mine,
flooding my mouth with the taste of him.
Whiskey...and sex.
There was nothing polite, or
gentlemanly about this. He cupped his hands to my ass and pressed me close,
making me feel it. Making me feel him. The whole length of him. I moaned in
spite of the people milling about us. Appearances be damned, I only wanted one
thing.
More.
"Shay." The way he rasped
my name set every nerve ending alight. "Let's go."
I rocked against him in answer. No
second guessing the meaning this time. No, this was the moment we had both been
waiting for. I needed him, needed all of him. Everything he had, I meant for
him to give it to me. I was greedier than I have ever been...but I had never
wanted something so much.
I slid my hand into his pocket, on a
quest for for the object of my desire.
Something buzzed against my hand and
we both froze.
I pulled out his ringing cell phone.
His face crashed down into a thunderous frown. "Ignore it," he
commanded.
But I had already looked.
I swallowed and stared at him.
"Who's Lily?"
His eyes widened in alarm. Without a
word, he snatched the phone from my hand and stalked into the crowd. I couldn't
hear what he was saying, but I could see it on his face. Anger, concern...and
guilt.
No. No no no no no!
I watched him hang up, and then poke
his head up from the crowd, scanning the edges of the greenhouse. Then he
gestured, pointing to me.
Darius appeared next to me.
"I'll take you home, Shay," he rumbled, taking my arm.
I shoved him back. "Don't touch
me." My heart couldn't accept it, my brain refused to believe it. "What the hell just happened, Darius?
Who is Lily?" I demanded. I whirled around, shouting for him, "Liam!"
But Liam was already gone.
Chapter Thirteen
"That sounds shady as
fudge," Kiki declared in her preschool teacher version of potty mouth.
"He just cut out like that? Right after kissing you?"
"Right after. Like...seconds
after," I muttered darkly. "He was kissing me, I was kissing him, and
things were getting pretty intense...."
"Is he a good kisser?"
Jasmine interjected, with a clinical air. She looked like she wanted to take
notes.
"The kiss was..." I waved
my hands, at a loss for words. "Amazing, incredible. I was fucking married
for a year and never got kissed like that, not once. But that's not really the
point."
"The point is the phone
call," Kiki said patiently, like Jasmine needed that cleared up.
Jasmine looked thoughtful. "Okay,
well let's review the facts as I understand them." She began to count on
her fingers, her researcher's mind in overdrive. "One, you met him when he
was buying a bouquet for a woman." She raised her eyebrows
profusion of colors my winter-deadened eyes craved. I couldn't believe it.
"They forced the bulbs,"
Liam explained. "I heard about it on Channel 6 and knew you needed to see
it."
"Oh my gosh," I babbled. The
joy of the colors bubbled up in my heart until there was no room for anything
else. I gasped and laughed like a child, running up and down the walkway,
touching the flowers, inhaling the delicate scent, and feeling the soft petals
against my fingers...my cheeks.
All the while, Liam was watching me
with a delighted look on his face. When I caught his eye, he nodded and shoved
his hands in his pockets, looking like a bashful schoolboy with that dimple.
"Are you happy?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes!" I shouted. The warmth,
the colors, the flowers - the whiskey - were all a swirl of excitement in my
head. I laughed out loud.
And then threw myself into his arms
and kissed him.
"Oof," he grunted. I could
hear the smile in his voice and feel his lip curling in amusement under mine.
But when I pressed up against him,
his amused peck became harder, rough and insistent. He pulled me closer,
backing up so that we moved into a more private alcove. His tongue found mine,
flooding my mouth with the taste of him.
Whiskey...and sex.
There was nothing polite, or
gentlemanly about this. He cupped his hands to my ass and pressed me close,
making me feel it. Making me feel him. The whole length of him. I moaned in
spite of the people milling about us. Appearances be damned, I only wanted one
thing.
More.
"Shay." The way he rasped
my name set every nerve ending alight. "Let's go."
I rocked against him in answer. No
second guessing the meaning this time. No, this was the moment we had both been
waiting for. I needed him, needed all of him. Everything he had, I meant for
him to give it to me. I was greedier than I have ever been...but I had never
wanted something so much.
I slid my hand into his pocket, on a
quest for for the object of my desire.
Something buzzed against my hand and
we both froze.
I pulled out his ringing cell phone.
His face crashed down into a thunderous frown. "Ignore it," he
commanded.
But I had already looked.
I swallowed and stared at him.
"Who's Lily?"
His eyes widened in alarm. Without a
word, he snatched the phone from my hand and stalked into the crowd. I couldn't
hear what he was saying, but I could see it on his face. Anger, concern...and
guilt.
No. No no no no no!
I watched him hang up, and then poke
his head up from the crowd, scanning the edges of the greenhouse. Then he
gestured, pointing to me.
Darius appeared next to me.
"I'll take you home, Shay," he rumbled, taking my arm.
I shoved him back. "Don't touch
me." My heart couldn't accept it, my brain refused to believe it. "What the hell just happened, Darius?
Who is Lily?" I demanded. I whirled around, shouting for him, "Liam!"
But Liam was already gone.
Chapter Thirteen
"That sounds shady as
fudge," Kiki declared in her preschool teacher version of potty mouth.
"He just cut out like that? Right after kissing you?"
"Right after. Like...seconds
after," I muttered darkly. "He was kissing me, I was kissing him, and
things were getting pretty intense...."
"Is he a good kisser?"
Jasmine interjected, with a clinical air. She looked like she wanted to take
notes.
"The kiss was..." I waved
my hands, at a loss for words. "Amazing, incredible. I was fucking married
for a year and never got kissed like that, not once. But that's not really the
point."
"The point is the phone
call," Kiki said patiently, like Jasmine needed that cleared up.
Jasmine looked thoughtful. "Okay,
well let's review the facts as I understand them." She began to count on
her fingers, her researcher's mind in overdrive. "One, you met him when he
was buying a bouquet for a woman." She raised her eyebrows
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