and ask her if she’d seen the new collection by a designer I think would flatter her.”
“Very good!” Wade took his hat off and set it on the flat rocks off to his right. “So if I told you I wanted to haul you into my arms and kiss the daylights out of you, you’d say...?”
Leah’s jaw worked silently for a second or two before she realized she probably looked like a fish out of water. Heaven knew she shouldn’t be this flustered, but he’d managed to blindside her yet again.
She cleared her throat and said, “I’d probably say...um...something like I was flattered but it wouldn’t be a good idea. Yes! I’d tell you it would be foolish for you to kiss me since I’m going to be working so closely with you and your family and...uh...kissing, as it were, would be inappropriate since—”
Her words were cut off as his mouth closed over hers, a warm, firm pressure that served effectively to silence her.
As he pulled her into the steely strength of his arms, she was forced to wonder again if she were dreaming. She felt the wind snatch away the scarf Wade had dislodged, the slide of silk against her sensitized skin almost harsh.
She tried to think, tried to concentrate. She never lost control. Ever. And she wanted to deny her will was being drained so easily. Not her, no-nonsense Leah, who never wasted time in hopeless moments of pure whimsy. She simply couldn’t be standing on the Town Lake trail kissing a man she barely knew.
Surely it wasn’t she, melted against a rugged cowboy’s length, feeling the cool smoothness of his buttons slide provocatively against her breast...feeling the hardness of his sex pressed intimately at the apex of her thighs and the gentle scratch of his callused thumb against her throat, sending tremors down her spine.
Leah gasped softly as his kiss deepened and his hands moved against the fabric of her dress, pulling her just the slightest bit closer. Her awareness of him increased, if that were possible, making his chest feel like a granite wall against her softness, making her fingers clutch the bulging muscles of his biceps, making her swear she’d have a denim pattern stamped on her thighs for a week after this.
Oh, but it would be worth it. She felt vibrantly alive and thoroughly desired, feelings she couldn’t ever remember feeling.
With a shuddering breath Wade abruptly set her away from him and turned back to the railing, clenching the cool metal so tightly his knuckles showed white.
“Leah, I apologize. I’ve never been quite so...impulsive... before.”
Impulsive? She was still standing there like a dazed idiot and he was worrying about being impulsive?
Somehow she forced a brain cell to work and stepped back one more pace. With an unexpectedly even tone, she said, “Please don’t apologize. You’ve only proven my point. We need to maintain a proper relationship if we’re going to work together to make Myra Jo’s wedding a success.”
Wade pushed off the rail and picked up his hat. He seemed inordinately preoccupied with brushing away nonexistent particles of dust. “That might be good.”
He straightened then and walked a few steps down the trail to retrieve her scarf. His eyes seemed drawn against his will to the skin exposed by the vee of her dress, but he forced himself to look away. A shiver that had nothing to do with the breeze shook her. His gaze had flowed over her like warm, gray smoke, and combined with his citrusy aftershave still in her nostrils, it was overwhelming to her still-dazed senses.
She accepted his offered arm, and they walked to the car as if nothing had happened, but she was glad he couldn’t see the hand holding the strip of silk. The fabric would never be the same from being clenched in her fist.
During the ride to her house, Wade was as congenial as a woman could hope a man to be. And she amazed herself by responding in a normal voice.
“I’d like you to come out and meet my folks,” Wade said as he took the turn into her neighborhood. “If you think Myra Jo wants you to groom me a bit—”
“She didn’t say—”
“Leah,” he said shortly, “I’m nobody’s fool.”
This was not new information to her. “Certainly. I can come out anytime,” she said as they reached her condo and Wade walked her to her door.
“Well,” she said a shade brightly, all too aware of the dreaded end of the evening. “Would you like to come in for a nightcap or cup of coffee?”
“No, thank you. I’ll be headed back to the homestead. Do you think you could come out tomorrow and meet my folks?”
Tomorrow was Sunday, and for once her calendar was free. Spring and summer months usually had her at some church or hall every weekend, but her new executive assistant was taking the Baker affair, leaving Leah the illusion of having one whole day to laze around the condo.
“Don’t you think I should call first and set an appointment?”
“Heck no! You go all stiff and formal on my dad and he’ll be a pain in the—” Wade cleared his throat quickly. “I mean, he’ll be difficult to deal with. Myra Jo’s terrified of what her grandfather’s going to pull in a roomful of politicians and their cronies.”
“It’s a wonder she doesn’t elope,” Leah muttered under her breath.
“And please don’t come all citified,” Wade warned, ignoring her comment, if he’d even heard it. “Take your hair out of that knot and put on a pair of jeans, for God’s sake.”
A short laugh burst from her lips. “Yes, sir.”
Wade looked annoyed, but Leah wanted to believe the distracted look meant he was upset with himself, not her.
“I apologize,” he said. “It’s just nearly driven me crazy all evening to see that beautiful hair of yours all mashed back. I’ve been imagining it would look like liquid chocolate and feel like silk. It’s been all I could do to keep my hands off.”
Her face flushed hotly. She always wore her hair up, unless she was at home or in an extremely casual situation. Without thinking, she put a self-conscious hand to her ear.
“I’ll do my best tomorrow.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.” Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Good night, Leah.”
She had the foolish urge to turn her face so their lips would meet.
“Good night, Wade.”
As she closed the door behind her, the silence of her professionally cleaned and decorated apartment surrounded her. She walked into the dimly lit living room and glanced around. For some silly reason, all she could think of was Wade going home to his daughter and the excited greeting of a beautiful collie. She, on the other hand, would say good-night to an expensive painting and curl up in bed with the printout her accountant had dropped by yesterday.
Yep, she decided as she headed for her bedroom, she had it all.
Wade settled into a comfortable cruising speed, noting absently that Highway 290 wasn’t crowded this time of night. It was too late for commuting
