MANAGED TO BREAK AWAY from the group to bring Rudy a plate of pasta. She carried it up on a tray, along with a few slices of bread and a glass of red wine.
When she stepped into the room, he was lying on his side, apparently fast asleep. The sight of him contentedly sleeping in the middle of her bed brought back way too many memories. She immediately knew this had been a bad idea. She should have let him go to the hospital.
“You can’t sleep here,” Cate said. “You have to go back to Rudyworld.”
No response. He didn’t budge. Rudy Bellafini was fast asleep in Cate Falco’s bed.
Or was he?
She put the tray down on the nightstand.
“I know you can hear me. You can’t sleep here. Everybody will start talking, teasing, and you know how this neighborhood is. One of them will call the Times and I’ll get caught up in your scandal. I don’t want it. Wake up, Rudy. Come on.” She knelt on the bed to get closer to him and gave him a nudge, but he didn’t move.
The man always could sleep through anything.
She reached out to nudge him again, but then pulled back when she looked at his face. God, how she had loved that face of his—those beautiful curled eyelashes, that strong chin with the slight dimple right in the middle. Most people didn’t notice his dimple, but she did. She could always tell when he was stretching the truth or trying to backpedal out of some mess he’d gotten himself into. His dimple would suddenly appear. It was his silly dimple that had attracted her in the first place.
She gently touched his chin, then moved his hair off his forehead. He had such gorgeous hair, dark and rich with auburn highlights.
He moved and reached out for her. She wanted to pull away but didn’t. There was a part of her that was still totally attracted to him, like a deer in his headlights.
She slid down on her side of the bed, facing him. He pulled her in tight, tighter, holding her against his muscled body. He felt warm against her body, warm and comfortable. Too comfortable. They always did fit together like they were made for each other. All the pieces fit like they were supposed to. Like God himself had planned their bodies for each other and no one else. She could feel his sleepy breath on her neck. The sensation made her skin tingle and her eyes water. She tried to move away.
He dreamily opened his eyes and kissed her.
She returned the kiss gently. His lips felt hot against hers, just the way she had remembered them. Then she kissed him with all the passion she had stored up for the past ten years. Could she let herself fall all over again for the man who had left her brokenhearted?
She pulled out of the kiss and looked into his eyes, searching for his love, but it wasn’t there. He blinked a few times and said, “Turn the light out, Allison. I want to sleep.” Then his eyes closed and his breathing took on an even rhythm.
Allison!
Some things never change.
There she was swooning over perfect fits and sexy dimples while he thought she was the woman who had caused all his physical pain in the first place.
Rudy Bellafini was back all right, but not for her love—for her therapy. It was as if he had planned to get caught in the back seat of her VW just to win her sympathy, and big sucker Cate was falling for it.
She turned on every light in the room and walked out slamming the door behind her, then stomped down the stairs in search of Aunt Flo. It was time to end this curse once and for all.
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