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“What are you doing?”
“Making you a quesadilla. I’d grill it, but I can’t do that in here.”
She watched as he stroked a spoonful of salsa onto the tortilla, then layered grated cheese over it. There was something about the way his hands moved, his concentration, the obvious ease that he felt in his kitchen, that got to her.
And he did get to her, in a big way.
He waited until she’d eaten the entire quesadilla to take the plate from her and then lifted her up to the counter. Eyes on hers, he stepped in between her thighs.
“I didn’t come here for this,” she whispered as he slowly lifted his shirt from her and peeled it off over her head.
“Your nose is going to start growing, Pinocchio,” he said, resting his hands on her waist.
“You didn’t eat anything,” she said inanely.
“Wasn’t hungry for a quesadilla.”
“What are you hungry for?”
His eyes were so heated that she felt her bones melt away. “Guess,” he said, and slid his hands up her thighs. He hooked his thumb in her panties and inched them down. Then he dropped to his knees and proceeded to show her.
Over and over again.
Chapter 16
“Things are always fu
TARA DANIELS
Tara stood alone in the i
Or how much he was coming to mean to her. Along with Mia. And her sisters. And Lucky Harbor…
It was all those strings that Ford had pointed out, tangling around her heart.
Damn strings. She didn’t want them. She wanted to be able to protect her heart as needed, and that was getting damn hard to do. At least with Ford, she knew what she was getting. A good time. Okay, a really good time. She’d meant for it to be nothing more but it was…
Chloe came into the room just as Tara was staring blindly into the refrigerator. “Hungry?”
“No,” Tara said. “Trying to decide between juice or the vodka.”
Chloe laughed. “Always the vodka. It’s fewer calories. But I’ve never actually considered vodka and OJ to be mutually exclusive. Go ahead, splurge, have both.”
“Hmm,” Tara said and pulled out the eggs.
“You’re probably starving from burning all those calories having wild animal sex last night, right?”
Tara nearly dropped the eggs before turning to stare at Chloe. “What?”
“Well, you came in at dawn with crazy hair and a ridiculously wide smile for someone who hates early mornings.” Chloe shrugged. “I figured it had to be sex. And given that it was Ford, I also figured it had to be a pretty fantastic night. It was Ford, right?”
“Oh my God,” Tara said. “Yes.”
Chloe gri
“Stop that,” Tara said. “We’re not talking about this.”
“Pretty please? It’s so much better than what I have to talk to you about.”
Tara opened her mouth to respond to that but Sawyer came in the back door with his usual long-legged stride. It faltered only slightly when he locked gazes with Chloe, whom he wasn’t used to seeing in the kitchen when he made his early morning coffee run.
Tara pulled out a to-go mug from a stack that she kept just for him and filled it up.
Chloe watched the process, including Sawyer’s quiet but grateful thank you, although she didn’t say a word until he was gone. “Why do you let him steal your coffee?”
“Because he’s a good man with a crappy job, that you make all the more difficult for him, by the way. I feel like I owe him.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Back to you, missy, and you’re just-got-laid expression. You should try to lose that. You know, for the children.”
Tara attempted to catch sight of herself in the steel door of the refrigerator. Damn, Chloe was right. She was glowing.
“Oh, and I borrowed your laptop this morning,” Chloe said casually, gathering strawberries, yogurt, and the blender.
“Don’t tell me you were looking at porn again,” Tara said. “You froze my computer last time you opened that See Cha
“Hey, anyone would have clicked on that, and it was a total hoax. I never even got to see him naked. And no, I didn’t do any of that today. I was just getting my mail. Oh, and I accidentally clicked on your Firefox history.”
“So?”
“So I happen to know you went to Facebook, created an account, and voted for Ford.”
Tara went still. “Did not.”
“Okay. But you did.”
Tara crossed her arms. “I’ll have you know that there’s not a single Tara Daniels on Facebook,” she said with confidence.
Chloe looked amused. “And you know this how, Tallulah Danielson? Tallulah? Danielson? Seriously? Because Jesus, if you ever find yourself with the need to go deep undercover again, I’m begging you, ask for help. And never consider a job with the FBI.”
Well, hell. This was embarrassing. Worse, she couldn’t come up with an excuse. Not a single one.
Oh! Temporary insanity. That would work. Or avoidance, Tara decided, and turned away from a gri
Ford. Who was also gri
Chloe laughed and walked across the room to hug him. “If you weren’t so totally hung up on her,” she told him, “I’d claim you for myself.”
Ford hugged her back. “It’s true. I’m totally hung up on her.”
Aw. And dammit, he really had to stop doing that, Tara thought, watching them, her heart going all mushy. It was all those little things that added up, like making her a quesadilla in the middle of the night, or the way he looked at her, like maybe she was a better sight than say his first cup of coffee in the morning. Or, in the case of how he was looking at her right now, like she was greatly amusing him. “You might have told me he was standing there,” Tara said to Chloe.
“I might have.”
Tara shook her head and looked at Ford. “I meant to vote for Logan. I hit the wrong button.”
Ford burst out laughing. He wore a T-shirt and Levi’s that were faded into a buttery softness and doing some nice things for his bod. He had a day of scruff on him and looked so utterly delectable that she found herself just staring.
He looked right back, that small smile still hovering at the corners of his mouth.
Chloe cleared her throat. “Well. This is cute and all…” She looked at Tara. “But I actually do really need to talk to you. Got a few?”
“Actually, not until later and neither do you. The guests are going to want breakfast.”
“This is a quick thing,” Chloe said, “but an important one.”
Oh hell. It was something big, Tara could see it in Chloe’s eyes. “Don’t tell me you got arrested again, because I’m pretty sure Sawyer’s going to throw away the key on you this time-”
“No. Jeez,” Chloe said, tossing up her hands. “A girl gets arrested one time-”
“Three times.”
Chloe sighed. “This is about you.”
“What about me?”
Chloe glanced uneasily at Ford, who clearly wasn’t budging, then sighed and pulled a white plastic stick from her pocket. “I was in the downstairs bathroom setting up a basket full of lotions and soaps, cleaning up, emptying the trash, that sort of thing.”
“I emptied the trash just this morning,” Tara said.
“I know,” Chloe said. “I saw you. Which means you were the last one in there. So I figured you’d want me to give this to you so no one else could come to the wrong conclusion.”
Tara looked down at the thing in Chloe’s hands in shock. “That’s a pregnancy test stick.”
“A negative one,” Chloe said. “Probably a relief for you guys, right?”
Tara nearly went into heart failure. “What are you talking about? It’s not mine.”