Carried Away (2010) Read Online Free PDF Page A

They do, he affirmed, thinking he sounded like the village idiot. Builds confidence. She grinned and tucked in for another forkful of her dish. Does the shaved head do that, too? I would assume so. He was happy to concentrate on twirling his pasta and not look at her. Now that she was relaxing, she had him on the spot, enchanted with her, damn his eyes. Ive seen an increase in the number of clientele. So I must be presentable. Why did you shave your hair? she asked in a dulcet tone that punched him in the solar plexus. 27 Cerise DeLand She cared about his hair? Christ, he was going to jump her. Vanity, he admitted. She fell back in her chair, chuckling. Her breasts jiggled. Up and down. Up and down. Thats a characteristic I never thought you had! The wistful nature of the topic drifted to a more serious note. If youd stuck around long enough... No, he was not going to show her his anger here. Hed already done that this afternoon. Tonight was about finding out where they were going, not where theyd been. Yeah, well, I can be just like any other guy. She leaned forward. Put her fork down. Let her gaze roam over his forehead and ears, his cheekbones and nose, his lips, his chin, to come back and admire his eyes. I dont think so, she whispered. It took him a second or more to get past the lump in his throat. I was getting gray. From the way she adored his features, one by one, all over again, she didnt care. Where? He hooted. At my temples. Ah. Satisfied, she leaned back again. Thank god. If shed continued to ask him precisely where else he was gray, he would have had to rip off that lovely black silk in front of all these very ritzy people and take her right here on the linen tablecloth. Then hed show her where else he was gray. She traced a line through her risotto with her fork. Im different, too. She lifted her face and met his gaze. I want to change what I do for a living. Why? he asked and knew the question was delivered in a dark inquisitive tone that went beyond the banter theyd indulged in. I cant take the pressure. Not anymore. Too many people I piss off. Too much flying. Too many issues. She looked around the room, tears beading on her lashes. Especially since Maria. 28 Carried Away He reached across the table and took her hand. The zing of electricity he felt between them humbled him, destroyed his desire to keep up the small talk. Im glad you got me involved. She sniffed. Blinked and put a thin smile on her face. I know youre angry. You have every right to be. But I He stopped her putting up his other hand. Im here. Im good with this. Until I see what you have in mind for how deep we go this time. Can you do this? Be with me? And not... Make love to you? Probably not. Not what? He was going to make her admit the attraction that was like positive to negative. Like lightning to heat. Not hate me? Jesus! he seethed. Other diners turned to stare at them. I never hated you. Something cracked inside her body then. He felt her go lax. Saw the sun shine through the storm clouds she seemed to be carrying around with her today. Im glad. Grateful. Eat your dinner, babe. He lifted his chin, indicating she put her attention on her dinner. Ill be grateful if you keep yourself healthy. And Ill be happy to keep you safe. They got through the rest of their dinner with increasing ease. She shared stories about her last few projects in Egypt and Jordan. Shed done photo spreads for two travel magazines on Israel and Palestine many times before and loved being able to work in an area she knew so well. He told her what little he could about his contracts in Afghanistan, Japan and Mexico. He brought her up to date on friends of his whom she had met when they were single men. Both Cord and Tate Ryder are married, now. I recently helped Tate and his wife clear her of some problems she had with Witness Protection and the FBI. You cant talk about it? Coco asked. I shouldnt. 29 Cerise DeLand I understand, she said. Some things we must not know