forty,” she reminded him. “And we’re getting older by the minute...”
“You’re right,” he whispered. Then he found his way home. “Good God, it feels like you were made for me.”
She just hummed and covered his face with kisses.
Tom moved, they rocked, the bed squeaked, they clung to each other and it happened so fast. Both of them, bursting. Gasping. Then falling slowly and softly back to earth. He could not take his lips from hers; he didn’t even consider rolling away. He held his weight off her by bracing on his elbows.
“You have the softest lips in all creation,” he whispered against her mouth. “You have the sweetest body, the most beautiful dark lashes.”
“How do you do it?” she asked him. “How do you always make me feel so beautiful?”
“You are,” he whispered. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know. And I love you.” He kissed her again. “I hope it was all right, because I’m in heaven.”
She laughed softly. “It was all right. Wonderful, in fact.”
“God, that was perfect.” He moved a little. “I’m not leaving.”
“That’s okay. I’m feeling very safe right now. Safe and satisfied.”
“That’s so good to hear.”
“That lock really turned you on,” she said.
“It wasn’t the lock,” he said, snuggling closer. “Please don’t let me fall asleep...”
“Tom, we should talk about something...”
“What?” he asked, lifting his head from her shoulder.
“The lock—it’s probably a good idea. A better idea is telling the kids we’re more than friends. They’re old enough that they deserve to know.”
“I don’t know. You have boys. I still have a young girl. Brenda is sixteen...”
“It’s no different with boys,” she said. “The kids all have to know the facts of life, the dangers and responsibilities, the joys. We’ve both been left by our spouses and have made good families while unmarried, but we’re entitled to be happy, too. Do you worry that your kids still hope you’ll reconcile with Becky? Because my boys don’t want that for me, for us. They’ve probably already guessed that we love each other.”
He smiled and moved a little. He moved a little more.
“You can’t be ready again,” she said. “That’s inhuman.”
“It’s just what you do to me.”
She put her arms around his neck. “Fine. We’ll talk when we have our clothes on.”
“Probably a good idea,” he said.
* * *
Dakota went to Rob’s bar for dinner on a Thursday night. It had become his habit for several weeks now and it had not gone unnoticed. When Sid saw him she just shook her head slightly and gave him a half smile. She slapped a napkin down on the bar in front of him.
“Back again, I see,” she said.
“Great seeing you, too, Sid,” he said, treating her to his sparkling grin. “How have you been?”
“Excellent. The usual?”
“Beer, then I’ll consider dinner.”
“And if Alyssa shows up, you’ll bolt?”
“I’m afraid I’ve been a big disappointment to Alyssa,” he said. “She wants a boyfriend and I’m not him.”
She put his beer in front of him. “Alyssa seems to be more tenacious than I gave her credit for.”
“Then I’ll be an even bigger disappointment. Because I’m tenacious, too.”
“I’m getting that.”
“So, what’s on your agenda for this weekend?” he asked.
“I’m pretty good at relaxing,” she said. “I have a couple of things scheduled. Nothing terribly exciting.”
“I’m off on Sunday,” he said. “Saturday night, too. What’s it going to take to get on your schedule?”
“We’ve been over that...”
“I could get a background check,” he suggested with a grin.
“Just give up, Dakota,” she said.
And then he noticed a little movement beside him.
“Isn’t this a nice surprise,” a woman’s voice said. And just as quickly, Sid was moving down the bar, asking people if they needed anything.
Neely. He hadn’t seen her in weeks. “Hi,” he said. “How are things?”
“Excellent. And you?”
“Good,” he said, lifting his beer.
“I’m Neely,” she reminded him.
“That’s right,” he said, as if he’d forgotten. “Dakota.”
“Oh, I remember.” She snapped her fingers, bringing Sid back. He frowned at that action. “Can I get a chicken Caesar and a club soda with lime?”
“Absolutely,” Sid said. “Dakota?”
“Nothing for me,” he said.
“So, you’ve been in Timberlake for over a month now,” Neely said. “Does that mean this little town appeals to you?”
“It’s a nice little town.”
“And have you settled in for a long stay?” she asked just as Sid put down her drink.
Dakota didn’t really feel like discussing his plans with her, but on the off chance that Sid might overhear, he told the truth. “I have a job here and I’ve rented a place, but long means different things to different people.”
“So tell me what you’ve seen and done since we last saw each other,” she said, sipping her drink.
“Nothing very interesting,” he said. He told her about the job, secretly hoping to put her off with his career as a garbage collector.
Then she told him she’d gone to a concert in Denver and she’d been shopping for things for her town house—area rugs, throw pillows, art. She suggested she’d have to show him sometime.
Dakota frowned. She would just invite him over? She didn’t know him. They had no people in common as far as he knew. All she knew was his first name and that he was a trash collector. That kind of rush to intimacy always made him suspicious.
