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Once hed pulled her into that closet, thered been no turning back. Once shed kissed him like she wanted to eat him alive, hooking her leg over his hip and grinding against his hard-on, nothing had mattered but losing himself in her hot slick body—not Henrys will, and certainly not the chance of discovery by a hotel employee. Nothing had mattered but possessing her. Then he did and the feeling nearly sent him to his knees. It shook him to the core, changing everything he thought he knew about sex. Sex was sometimes slow and easy, other times fast and sweaty, but never like with Delaney. Never had it slammed into him like a hot fist.
Now he knew, and he wished he didnt. It ate a hole in his gut and made him hate her as much as he wanted to hold her close and never let her leave him. But she would leave. She would leave Truly, blowing out of town in her little yellow car.
Now he knew, and it was hell.
Chapter Fifteen
Delaney combed her fingers through the back of La
La
“Your forehead is wide so you really dont need bangs.
La
Delaney reached for her comb. “You dont have to act like Im going to be drilling on your teeth.
“I havent had short hair since fourth grade. La
Delaney sectioned La
“Yeah. She sees him off and on.
“Oh. Delaney hadnt seen him in over two weeks, not since the night of Lisas wedding. Well, shed seen him. Shed seen him across a crowded room at a Downtown Business Association meeting, and shed seen him as shed slid through a stop sign at the intersection of Main and First, nearly broadsiding his Jeep with Henrys big Cadillac. Shed managed to hook a right, he a left. That same evening he left a message on her answering machine: “Get some damn snowtires, he said, then hung up. She hadnt seen him again until yesterday when he and Sophie had walked out the back door of his office as shed been throwing trash in the Dumpster. Hed stopped by the drivers side of his Jeep and looked at her, his eyes hot, touching her everywhere. And shed stood there, the waste basket in her arms forgotten, stu
“I see you still dont have snowtires.
“Ah . . . no. She stared into his eyes and felt her head get light and her stomach fuzzy.
“Come on, Uncle Nick.
“Okay Sophie, hed said, his gaze moving over her one last time before hed turned away.
“I dont think Lo
Delaney cut a line along the nape of La
“We dont tell each other everything . We do talk about the men we sleep with though. But shes more promiscuous and has more interesting stories. She and Gail used to sit around and swap stories about Nick. Of course that was back when Gail still thought she had a chance of becoming Mrs. Allegrezza.
Delaney reached for a duck clip and slowly combed out a section of hair. “She doesnt think that anymore?
“Not so much now, and she was so sure hed move her in, but he never even invited her to spend the night.
He hadnt invited Delaney, either. At the time, shed had no intention of actually spending the night with Nick. She knew how bad she looked every morning, and shed had no intention of waking up with someone she suspected got out of bed looking like a cover model. But she didnt want to be just another of his women , either. Shed let herself think that maybe she was special since he risked losing his Angel Beach and Silver Creek property to be with her. She remembered something else La
“Are you going to be in the Christmas fashion show? Delaney asked her client. She just didnt want to talk about Nick anymore.
“No, but Im going to help the microbrewery build their ice sculpture for the Winter Festival.
The subject of Nick was dropped, and they talked about where each of them had spent Thanksgiving. Delaney had gone to her mothers, of course. Max had been there, and it was the first completely relaxed holiday she could remember. Well, almost completely relaxed. Her mother did try to drill her about the Christmas fashion show. Shed wanted to know what Delaney pla
When Delaney was finished, La
While she waited, she counted products in the storeroom, telling herself she wasnt listening for the sound of a certain black Jeep, but she was.
She counted shampoo towels and wrote out an order for several dozen more. She needed more finger waving solution, thanks to Wa
Sophie stood by the front of the silver Cadillac, raising the windshield wiper with one hand. In the other she held a white envelope. She slid the envelope under the wiper blade, and Delaney didnt have to see the typewritten note to know what it said.
“Its you.
Sophie spun around, her eyes huge, and lifted a hand to the chest of her blue parka. Her mouth fell open, then snapped shut. She looked as stu
“I was just. . .just... she stammered as she grabbed the envelope and shoved it in her pocket.
“I know what you were just doing. You were leaving me another warning.
Sophie crossed her arms over her chest. She tried to look tough, but her face was only a few shades darker than the snow at her feet.