some distance and see how it felt.
His stomach rumbled and he headed for the kitchen as he continued to mull over his dilemmas.
He just needed to let Tara know subtly that he wasn’t a long-term prospect and then maybe they could just be friends. As in platonic. Hmm.
That brought up a whole new set of unpleasant dilemmas. If he and Tara were just friends that meant she could have other friends who were men. Maybe a lover. Someone else to take on her adventures. Someone else to do what he had knocked back. Strangely, not funny, idea at all.
He needed to think about that one.
‘Hi, Simon.’ He looked up from his preoccupation and saw a jeans-clad goddess.
‘Hi, Tara.’ He felt a smile spread across his face and then fall away as his previous conversations with himself came back.
‘You okay?’
‘Sure.’ Hitched his smile back up. ‘Of course. You?’
‘Fine.’ He could feel her concern. Saw her shrug.
‘Okay. I’m going for a ride. To see one of my clients. Then maybe further afield. See you later.’
‘Be safe.’
‘High on my list. Ciao.’
He called after her, ‘I didn’t know you spoke Italian?’
‘I don’t.’ She stopped. ‘Ciao and food items. Pizza, lasagne, boccioni.’ She shrugged. ‘The extent of my Italian. Anyway. See you.’
‘Bye. When are you back?’
She stopped again and sighed. ‘No idea.’
He opened his mouth to ask something else and closed it again. What was he doing? He lifted his hand to wave and turned away.
Geez. He was hopeless.
‘Simon?’ He spun back and she was there. Just behind him. And she was chewing on those gorgeous lips in a way that he wanted to touch her mouth with his fingers to stop her damaging anything.
‘It’s okay, Simon. I’m not expecting long term, you know. I’ll be moving on soon.’ She shook her head. ‘Just wanted to let you know.’
‘Me too,’ he said helplessly.
And then she spun on her heel and walked away quickly. He was still staring after her when he heard the bike start and the roar as she rode away.
So why didn’t he feel better? Basically she was saying they could have fun with no strings. Right up his alley. And he’d told her he felt the same. Liar.
When Tara drove into the driveway late in the afternoon of the next day Simon was sitting out at the manger, watching the animals.
She swung her helmet on her finger as she walked across the springy grass Louisa loved to water, and the smile he gave as she approached made the slight trepidation she’d started with worth the effort.
‘Looking particularly fetching there, Miss Tara.’
He sounded relaxed. Thank goodness for that. Until she’d given herself a stern talking to she’d been replaying the video of the dumb things she’d said in her head before she’d left. Dumb because she hadn’t needed to put them out there, though he’d agreed—not dumb because she hadn’t meant them, because she had. She sat down beside him on the bench and looked at the manger. ‘Hi, Simon.’
‘And what did you do today?’
She opened her eyes wide. ‘I’ve had a very nice day, thank you. I visited my two postnatal mums, then rode all the way to the lighthouse. Watched the parachutists float from the sky. It was very beautiful.’ Politely. ‘What did you do?’
‘I did a couple of hours for Dad in the general hospital while he took Mia to the airport to go visit a sick friend, and I had a decadent snooze this afternoon because I didn’t sleep well last night.’ He watched her face. ‘I guess you’re tired now?’
She looked at him over the top of sunglasses. ‘No, Mr Old Man. I’m not tired. I am young and enthusiastic for adventure at all times.’
‘Goody.’ He grinned. ‘And for the record that’s the second time you’ve called me an old man.’
‘Well, stop acting like one.’
He didn’t offer any answers to that one. ‘Trouble is I’m wide awake after my nap and could party all night. Got any ideas?’
She shrugged. ‘What sort of things? Nature? Dining? Dancing? Astronomy?’
‘Ah. Astronomy has potential.’
‘For what?’
‘Seeing stars.’
‘I could help you with that right now.’ She swung her helmet thoughtfully. He was teasing and it was fun. Until he said, ‘I wondered if you were into violence.’
She thought about some of the people she knew and the way their demons seemed to lead them to violence. The fun went out of it and she stood up. They were from such different worlds. ‘Nope. Much prefer to just walk away.’
She saw him reach out to stop her and then drop his hand and his mixed signals only confused her more.
Then he said, ‘Sorry. I don’t know what I said but I don’t want to ruin the mood. So, before you go, what I’ve really been doing is sitting here waiting to ask you to dinner. Louisa and Maeve have gone to Dad’s to stay overnight and mind the girls. I’d like to get dressed up and go on a date with you to the new restaurant down by the lake.’
She sat down again. ‘Oh.’ She looked at him. ‘A date?’
‘A fun date with a lady I like spending time with.’
She thought about that one. ‘Fun’, meaning ‘not serious’. Wasn’t that what she’d said she wanted, too? Hadn’t they both agreed on that yesterday morning? ‘Sure. I’d like that. What time?’
‘When you’re ready. I made a booking for six-thirty for seven.’ She raised her brows at his presumption but he was ahead of her. ‘It’s not heavily booked and they don’t mind if I cancel.’
She grinned at him. ‘You really are a thoughtful man.’
‘We old guys are like that.’
‘I don’t really think you’re old.’ She looked him over with mischief in her eyes. ‘Far too sexy for an old guy.’
‘Keep thinking that way. I thought we could have a drink before dinner at the bar, if you don’t mind walking there.’
‘Thank you. Sounds nice.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘I’d better have a shower and get changed, then.’
‘No rush.’
‘Sure.
