Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF

you. Don’t shut that down because I want you and you want me. We can still make this fun and exciting. It’s as easy as setting boundaries and rules.”
    “Rules?” Liz considered that for a long moment. “Like what?”
    “No falling in love.”
    “Done,” she agreed. “What else?”
    “No other partners while we are together.” He took her hands. “That’s an iffy one, since I don’t know how you feel about us being intimate now that we’ve cleared up my sexual orientation misunderstanding.”
    “I don’t know how I feel either,” she replied honestly. Thinking he wasn’t an option to sleep with had made it easier to agree to his crazy plan. Now? She was quickly learning that Ian flew by the seat of his pants. He took life as it came and rearranged as needed. It was a great strength. One she wished she could emulate.
    “When you decide, we’ll revamp that rule.” His hands moved up her arms in a comforting touch, their heat penetrating the robe. “All I’m asking is that if we do have sex, you let me know if you sleep with anyone else before we’re together again.”
    “Also a can do.” So far, his rules were in the playing field. “Each rule goes both ways?”
    “Of course. If you like my rule, make it your own.” He grabbed her hand again and led her to her chair. Even with her mind reeling to catch up on Ian being bisexual, and wanting her, she couldn’t help feeling safe in his presence. Again, it had to be something about the way he just said what he was thinking. “Do you have any rules?”
    Wow she was out of her element. Rules… “How about, either of us can call this whole deal off at any time? No questions asked.”
    “Done.” He sat down opposite her. “Anything else?”
    “Not that I can think of.”
    “Good.” Sitting back, he placed both hands on the armrests of his chair and smiled. “Then come over here and kiss me. We need to get it out of the way, and I swear I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Just a kiss?”
    “That’s all I’m asking,” he teased. “But I’m offering whatever you want.”

Chapter Four
    Ian waited for her to respond.
    Elizabeth was a murky mix of control freak and reluctant risk-taker he found intriguing and frustrating at once. She’d admitted to wanting him when she thought he was gay. Now, she stared at him uncertainly. “We can be anything you want us to be for the next month. No right, no wrong.”
    “I think I’m a bit staid by your standards.” The flashes of uncertainty, maybe insecurity, from Elizabeth surprised him. “I’m a homegrown country girl who attended church every Sunday until I was eighteen. My prom date was the preacher’s son. I’ve only been with three men in my entire life, one of whom, the preacher’s son, I dated from eighth to twelfth grade.”
    “Really?” Ian couldn’t hold back his shock. That could explain a lot about the difference in her everyday confidence, which he loved, and the slightly uncertain person trembling before him. “Are there still people out there who live up to the hometown, all-about-the-community and stand-by-their-morals shtick?”
    “Yes.” She laughed. “We have bake sales, Sunday sermons and apple pies in Gram’s window every other weekend. It’s as real as your rat-infested, brightly lit cesspool of a city.”
    “Never would have guessed,” he admitted. “Figured home and hearth was an extinct breed found in fiction novels.”
    “Dying breed, New York,” she corrected, her gaze sad. “But still there if you have the right community.”
    “Sounds wonderful and frighteningly boring at the same time,” he responded carefully. Her life, where she came from, intrigued him. “This may sound a bit crass, but if you’ve only been with three—” He stopped and watched her reaction. “Really? Three?”
    That was unheard of in his world. She nodded, her gaze open and honest.
    “Okay, then I have to ask.” Choosing his words