“Okay, what about tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “I work tomorrow. I’m off Wednesday and Thursday every week.”
“I’m leaving town Wednesday for a trip to Dubai. I won’t return until the following week, on Thursday morning. Will that Thursday evening work?”
“The same day you get back? Will you be up to cooking anything?”
He chuckled. “Yes, I’ll be up to it.”
“Okay, then. Thursday evening is fine.”
She hoped she was not making a mistake.
His smile widened. “Great.” He checked his watch. “It’s after midnight. If you want to leave your car here tonight, I can have my driver take you home and he can pick you up tomorrow and bring you to work.”
Carly could just imagine the kitchen gossip if that were to happen. “No, thanks, I’ll be fine. I’ve worked past midnight plenty of times.”
“Then I’m walking you down.”
She started to tell him not to bother but he’d already reached for his jacket. “Allergies to any food?” he asked her.
She watched how easily he slid his jacket over a powerful pair of shoulders. “No allergies.”
“Favorite foods?”
It was considerate of him to ask. “I like practically everything, but if I had a choice it would be pasta and seafood.”
He smiled at her. “The choices are unlimited. What’s your address?” he asked, pulling a smartphone out of his pocket.
She rattled it off to him and he coded it into the phone. “And your phone number?” he asked. “Just in case I’m detained.”
She gave her number to him as well.
“Six o’clock on that Thursday okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He put the phone back into his jacket. “Ready to go down?”
“Yes, but you don’t have to walk with me.”
“The first thing you need to know about me is that I always try to be a gentleman,” he said, his fingers gently pressing into the center of her back as he led her to the elevator. “I know a shortcut.”
As they left the elevator and walked toward her car, she was aware of his firm strength and his determination. Did he think she would be his flavor of the week? Was she letting him think she was an easy target?
“This is my car,” she said, coming to a stop. “Thanks for taking the time to walk me down here.”
“No problem. I’ll see you next Thursday. At six.”
She nodded as she opened the car door and slid inside. He stepped back as she closed the door and buckled her seat belt. She rolled down her window. “Good night, Lee.”
“Good night.” He moved closer to the car. “I’m looking forward to us getting to know each other better.”
Carly gasped in surprise when he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips through the open window. He smiled at the astonished look on her face and stepped back, leaving heat searing through her body. Heat that she didn’t want to feel.
She was tempted to cancel Thursday but when she looked at him something stopped her. Her insides tingled. For the first time in a long while she felt a rush of excitement for something—someone.
She broke eye contact with him, pulled out of the parking space and drove away without looking back.
* * *
Lee couldn’t sleep. He should not have brought Carly to his suite. Her scent lingered everywhere, even in his bedroom and she hadn’t set foot in here. He was finding it hard to sleep without dreaming about her—and the dreams had been scorching hot.
Easing out of bed, he went into the kitchen. As he passed through the living room, her scent hit him with even more force. No other woman’s scent had ever impacted him this way before. But then he’d never stayed awake thinking about a kiss before either.
He pulled out a bottled water, uncapped it and tilted it to his lips. After taking a full gulp, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned against the counter.
So, okay, he was fiercely attracted to a woman. There had to be a reason he had allowed her to get under his skin, a reason why he wanted to get to know her, a reason why he had thought about her constantly since seeing her that night on the balcony.
There was so much about her he didn’t know...but the one thing he did know was that he wanted her, in his bed, and he had no problem going through the initial getting-to-know-you stage of things to get to that point. She was leery of him, he could tell. He could only assume that some man had hurt her, made her distrustful, but he wouldn’t let that be a deterrent. She was the first woman whose taste he couldn’t forget, whose scent seemed embedded in his nostrils, who’d inspired dreams so hot, he’d awakened aroused.
Taking another gulp of his water, he was leaving the kitchen when his cell phone rang. Glancing around, he tried to remember where he’d left his phone. Moving quickly, he pulled it from his jacket and checked caller ID. It was his cousin Nolan, who stayed up much later than was good for him and often forgot about the two-hour time difference between Texas and Vegas.
Lee and his cousins Reese, Corbin and Nolan had all been born within fifteen months of each other. They were as close as brothers and had been thick as thieves while growing up. Mama Laverne swore her goal was to marry them all off before she took her last breath. They all told her that wouldn’t happen, but then the next thing they knew, Reese had married his best friend Kenna.
Lee knew his great-grandmother had pegged him as her next victim. Catching the garter at Angelo and Peyton’s wedding hadn’t helped matters. It had been then and there that she’d predicted he was living his last year as a single man. He’d boasted to Angelo that he was determined to beat her at her own game, but he still hadn’t come up with a way to do it.
“What’s up, Nolan?”
“You’re up, if Mama Laverne has anything to do with it. I’m her designated driver this week.”
Yes, Lee knew. The six sons had taken their mother’s car away around five years ago, which meant someone had to chauffeur Mama Laverne around to church, church meetings, visits with friends, her weekly bingo games and doctor’s appointments.
Half the year she lived on Whispering Pines Ranch with Jake, Diamond and their family. It seemed her baby boy knew just how to handle his mom. But it was when she had to split the other six months with her remaining sons that the grands and great-grands were pulled into the mix. Each had their week, on a rotating basis, of driving “Miss Daisy.”
“Yes, what of it?” Lee asked.
“Thought I’d alert you that today was her bingo day and she and some other older lady were talking. I pretended not to be
