position. His lips came down on hers, softly, explorative in nature and consuming just the same. He swept soft kisses across her lips and he could feel her breathless whispering pants. “How does it feel?” He moved the hand easing its way between her legs just a bit higher.
“Sweet,” she smiled. “But if you don’t stop we’re going to get in trouble, because that table cloth does not completely cover what your hand is doing to my thigh.”
He chuckled and straightened up, pulling his hand away even though he wanted it to stay exactly where it was. “I suppose it wouldn’t be good for the Sheriff to get arrested in Freeport now would it?”
“Oh, I’m not worried about you. Your badge would get you out of anything. I’m worried about me.” She laughed and shook her head at him. “After we know each other a little more, Miles. I don’t just spread my legs for a guy. You need to know that. I’ve only been with one other man—he was my husband for all of five min utes.”
“You were married?”
“Vegas, work, celebrity and by the next morning he realized he didn’t want me. I would ruin his career. Black-Irish Arapaho and that’s not doable for him—outside the bedroom. The legal powers jumped in and fixed everything up like it never happened. My boss was livid.”
“At you?”
“No, at him. He hated him for what he did to me. I think he blamed himself because he was the one trying to push us together. Poor guy still feels guilty about it.” She shrugged and repositioned herself in her seat. “He was great in bed, but a total bastard outside of it.” She took a sip of the apple juice she had ordered. They were both driving and he was glad to see she wouldn’t drink while she had to drive home.
“So why did you go out with him if he wasn’t such a good guy?”
She shrugged. “Because when he was trying to win me he was good to me. I was still tumbling emotionally downward from my parents’ breakup, missing my sister a bunch. She had been dead a year and a half, but it was almost Christmas and Christmas was our holiday. We never really celebrated it at home, but Carman, my sister, and I always sent each other a gift in the mail. David was there for me. He was sweet and good and smart. I don’t know how he found acting because the man was a math genius. It just felt right at the time, but now I think I wasn’t in love—I was just lonely and hurt and that blinded me.”
He nodded. “Bad time to start a relationship.”
She laughed. “Truth?” He nodded. “We didn’t actually date—date. You know we worked around each other. He was the actor, I was the peacemaker. I had a lot of interaction with him but we had never gone on a date. Vegas happened and the next thing I know he’s asking me to marry him and I’m standing in front of Elvis getting married. Elvis!” She shook her head. “I wish I could say I was drunk…but I don’t drink.”
“You were just lost.”
“Don’t make excuses for me, Miles. I know an idiot when I see one and I was an idiot. I can’t even blame a young age on it. But I feel much wiser now. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
They started talking and the conversation was getting well until some tall dark haired guy broke the flow.
“Hey Greg. Why is it that you seem to be everywhere?” She shook her head. “Boston is northwest in case you forgot.”
He laughed. “Filming doesn’t start until after Christmas. I have some time. Plus my brother is going to come up. I wanted to see what this Freeport is all about. You talked about it so much. Maybe while I’m here we can go out.”
“Sorry, Greg. I’m taken.” She pointed over to him and Miles felt a sense of pride that she had openly declared their dating to whoever this guy was.
“Well when you breakup with him then…”
She laughed. “The only way he’s getting rid of me is if he breaks up with me. This guy has made me laugh more in twenty minutes than I’ve laug hed all
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