joining a group. Nothing about her life was the least bit traditional.
They reached the front porch. Claire did her best not to look as tense as she felt. She also avoided pressing a hand to her suddenly writhing stomach.
“I had a really great time,” she murmured, finding it difficult to look into Wyatt’s dark eyes. “Thanks for dinner.”
“You’re welcome.” He raised his hand to her face and lightly touched her cheek. “I can’t figure you out.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I’ll have to let you know.”
Then he leaned in and kissed her.
His mouth was sure against hers, claiming her with a confidence that took her breath away. There was no wondering, no indecision, just flesh on flesh, breath mingling and her heart pounding about a million beats a minute.
She put one hand on his shoulder, while he cupped her face with both hands. He held her as though she was precious, which made her want to give him whatever he asked for.
He didn’t deepen the kiss, probably because they were standing on Nicole’s porch, in view of the neighbors. Not that she cared, but he might. Then he drew back just enough to lean his forehead against hers.
“You’re going to be a lot of trouble, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I’m actually very easy to get along with.”
“Sure.”
He kissed her again, then he was gone. Claire sighed, then floated into the house.
Nicole sat in the great room, watching TV. When she saw Claire, she muted the sound.
“I see I don’t have to ask how things went,” she said. “You had a great time.”
Claire crossed the room and sank onto the edge of the large, sectional sofa. “I did. He’s wonderful. We went to Buchanans. Have you been there?”
“Yes. It’s expensive. He was trying to impress you.”
“Really?” Wyatt wanting to impress her?
“Why are you surprised?” Nicole asked.
“I just am. Are you mad?”
“No. One of us should have a decent love life and that one is obviously not going to be me. So, come on. Details. I want details.”
Claire curled up and pulled a pillow against her chest. “It was great. We talked and laughed. He’s easy to be with.” She grinned. “He wants to have sex with me.”
Nicole winced. “I need to have a talk with that man.”
“Why?” It was amazing news.
“Because saying that is just plain tacky. And you’re my sister.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Uh-huh. Just be careful. Wyatt doesn’t do relationships.”
“He said that.”
“At least he was honest. How do you feel about this?”
Claire considered the question. “I like him. I just hope he was telling the truth about the sex.”
Nicole laughed. “He’s a guy. Why would he lie about that?”
As if Claire knew the answer to that. “So he wasn’t being polite?”
“On what planet are men polite about sex? Is it different in the music world?”
“Not exactly. At least I don’t think so. I really don’t have a lot of experience with… you know.”
Nicole frowned. “I don’t know.”
“Um, well, men.” Claire held the pillow in front of her face, then dropped it. “I’ve never done that. Been with one.”
She felt herself blushing and wanted to crawl in a hole. Unfortunately she couldn’t escape the truth so easily.
Nicole’s mouth dropped open as her eyes widened. “You’re kidding. You’re a virgin?”
“Sort of.”
“It’s really a yes or no question. Claire, you’re twenty-eight.”
“I know. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. I never dated much. I couldn’t get away from my schedule. I never met anyone and when I did, Lisa was always prepared to make sure things didn’t get too interesting. God forbid I should meet a man and stop playing the piano. I was busy and while I wanted a relationship, it just got more and more difficult to schedule anyone in. Then one day I realized I was in my twenties and I’d become a freak.”
“You’re not a freak,” Nicole told her. “You’re… you’re… sexually challenged.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds better.”
“It’s not a horrible thing.”
“It is for me. It makes me feel like I’m not real. That I’m only part of a person.”
“It’s amazing,” Nicole murmured. “You’re so beautiful and successful. I would think you’d have men hanging all over you.”
“I wish. I seem to scare them off. Not Wyatt, though. So when he said he wanted to have sex with me, I thought maybe it would finally happen.”
Nicole swore. “He doesn’t know, does he?”
“No, and you’re not going to tell him.”
“I wouldn’t know where to start. A virgin. Wow.”
Claire grimaced. “Stop saying that.”
“Sure. I’m sorry. I’m just—”
“Shocked.”
“A little, but not in a bad way. Look, I don’t have personal experience, but I’m sure Wyatt is great in bed. If you don’t tell him, he won’t know to go slowly, but I don’t think that’s a problem. I’m sure he’s very considerate. You could hint that you don’t have a lot of experience. Jeez. I almost wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out the truth.”
Claire didn’t know if she should appreciate Nicole’s honesty or hit her in the arm. “You’re not helping.”
“Again, I’m sorry. I’m just dealing with this. Here I thought you were having all the fun.”
“Not that kind.”
“I guess.” Nicole smiled. “Got any questions?”
Claire laughed. “About a thousand.”
“Fire
