she’d
do if he moved closer to her.
Before he did that and sent her running
away, he drained his cup of cocoa. “That was good, but I need food. Are you
hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Mom keeps my freezer stocked with
casseroles and stuff I just have to stick in the microwave. And I’m pretty sure
I still have some steaks in there. Be right back.”
Kelcey turned and watched Dax walk out of
the living room. She’d never thought sweatpants were sexy. On Dax, they were
definitely sexy. They molded to his butt and hips, letting her see every curve,
every dip, every bulge. Especially that enticing bulge at his groin.
She’d never thought underarm hair sexy
either, but she’d been fascinated by the tuft of dark hair when he stretched
his arm along the back of the couch. She’d wanted so badly to touch it and see
if it was as soft as it looked.
He’d taken the band out of his hair. The
long tresses fell around his shoulders and down to his chest. She didn’t know
how any woman could resist burying her hands in it while she devoured his
mouth.
She couldn’t think about that glorious
wide, hair-dusted chest or flat stomach without her heart beating funny.
Her cheeks flooded with warmth. Being
around Dax still rattled her. She shouldn’t be here, but she didn’t have a
choice. She either had to wait for him to take her home or call Alaina or Emma
to come get her. She didn’t want either of her friends to have to drive in this
horrible storm.
As if to emphasize Mother Nature’s wrath, a
crack of thunder shook the windows. Kelcey gripped her mug tighter. She had no
idea how long the storm would last, but she couldn’t leave until it stopped. That
meant more time with Dax. Perhaps the rest of the evening.
Perhaps the rest of the night.
Chapter Seven
“You have several choices,” Dax said,
stopping next to her on the couch. “From Mom I have lasagna, chicken casserole
or stew. I also have sirloin steaks and chicken tenders. I can do baked
potatoes or French fries or a salad, whatever you want.”
Kelcey didn’t want him going to a lot of
trouble for her. “The stew sounds good.”
He smiled. “Excellent choice. Mom’s stew is
the best. Biscuits or cornbread?”
“Surprise me.”
“A woman of adventure. I like that.”
He winked at her before heading back to the
kitchen. How silly for a wink to quicken her breathing and make her imagine all
kinds of naughty things…things that she had no idea how to do, or anyone to do
them with. After the disastrous event with Dax Saturday night, he would never
want to be with her. Besides, he dated half the single women in Lanville. A man
with so many choices wouldn’t want a woman so scarred that she couldn’t even
kiss him without freaking.
The aroma of stew and baking biscuits made
her stomach gurgle. Pushing aside her self-pity, Kelcey rose from the couch and
walked to the kitchen. Dax stood at the counter, pouring red wine into two
glasses. Disappointment curled in her stomach to see he’d pulled on a navy
T-shirt. She would’ve enjoyed looking at his chest while they ate.
“How about a little wine with the stew?”
“That sounds nice.”
“Would you like to eat in here or in the
living room?”
“In here is fine.” She accepted one
wineglass from him. “Can I help with anything?”
“You can be the official biscuit butterer
as soon as they’re done.”
Taking a sip of wine, Kelcey leaned against
the cabinet and watched Dax open the microwave to stir the dish of stew. He
seemed so confident in every move he made, even something as simple as opening
the oven to check the biscuits.
He also possessed so much talent. Kelcey
knew he’d painted the beautiful grapes and vines in the B-and-B’s dining room,
but assumed he’d used some kind of stencil or pattern. Alaina told her this
morning that he’d done everything freehand. Then Emma showed her the sketches
Dax had made of the artwork he planned to do on the restaurant walls
do if he moved closer to her.
Before he did that and sent her running
away, he drained his cup of cocoa. “That was good, but I need food. Are you
hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Mom keeps my freezer stocked with
casseroles and stuff I just have to stick in the microwave. And I’m pretty sure
I still have some steaks in there. Be right back.”
Kelcey turned and watched Dax walk out of
the living room. She’d never thought sweatpants were sexy. On Dax, they were
definitely sexy. They molded to his butt and hips, letting her see every curve,
every dip, every bulge. Especially that enticing bulge at his groin.
She’d never thought underarm hair sexy
either, but she’d been fascinated by the tuft of dark hair when he stretched
his arm along the back of the couch. She’d wanted so badly to touch it and see
if it was as soft as it looked.
He’d taken the band out of his hair. The
long tresses fell around his shoulders and down to his chest. She didn’t know
how any woman could resist burying her hands in it while she devoured his
mouth.
She couldn’t think about that glorious
wide, hair-dusted chest or flat stomach without her heart beating funny.
Her cheeks flooded with warmth. Being
around Dax still rattled her. She shouldn’t be here, but she didn’t have a
choice. She either had to wait for him to take her home or call Alaina or Emma
to come get her. She didn’t want either of her friends to have to drive in this
horrible storm.
As if to emphasize Mother Nature’s wrath, a
crack of thunder shook the windows. Kelcey gripped her mug tighter. She had no
idea how long the storm would last, but she couldn’t leave until it stopped. That
meant more time with Dax. Perhaps the rest of the evening.
Perhaps the rest of the night.
Chapter Seven
“You have several choices,” Dax said,
stopping next to her on the couch. “From Mom I have lasagna, chicken casserole
or stew. I also have sirloin steaks and chicken tenders. I can do baked
potatoes or French fries or a salad, whatever you want.”
Kelcey didn’t want him going to a lot of
trouble for her. “The stew sounds good.”
He smiled. “Excellent choice. Mom’s stew is
the best. Biscuits or cornbread?”
“Surprise me.”
“A woman of adventure. I like that.”
He winked at her before heading back to the
kitchen. How silly for a wink to quicken her breathing and make her imagine all
kinds of naughty things…things that she had no idea how to do, or anyone to do
them with. After the disastrous event with Dax Saturday night, he would never
want to be with her. Besides, he dated half the single women in Lanville. A man
with so many choices wouldn’t want a woman so scarred that she couldn’t even
kiss him without freaking.
The aroma of stew and baking biscuits made
her stomach gurgle. Pushing aside her self-pity, Kelcey rose from the couch and
walked to the kitchen. Dax stood at the counter, pouring red wine into two
glasses. Disappointment curled in her stomach to see he’d pulled on a navy
T-shirt. She would’ve enjoyed looking at his chest while they ate.
“How about a little wine with the stew?”
“That sounds nice.”
“Would you like to eat in here or in the
living room?”
“In here is fine.” She accepted one
wineglass from him. “Can I help with anything?”
“You can be the official biscuit butterer
as soon as they’re done.”
Taking a sip of wine, Kelcey leaned against
the cabinet and watched Dax open the microwave to stir the dish of stew. He
seemed so confident in every move he made, even something as simple as opening
the oven to check the biscuits.
He also possessed so much talent. Kelcey
knew he’d painted the beautiful grapes and vines in the B-and-B’s dining room,
but assumed he’d used some kind of stencil or pattern. Alaina told her this
morning that he’d done everything freehand. Then Emma showed her the sketches
Dax had made of the artwork he planned to do on the restaurant walls
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