sure taking me in
San Antonio is just so you don’t have to show up with me at the diner of
somewhere else where we might be seen. This is ridic —”
Jeremiah
slammed on the breaks, pulling the truck over to the side of the road. When he
jammed the gearshift on the truck into park, she pushed her back against the
door, a little afraid of what he might do. Fury and frustration made his face
look like granite. His eyebrows drew down, making them look slashed above angry
grey eyes. She’d never seen Jeremiah Young pissed off before. She wasn’t sure
she wanted to again.
“Enough.
I did not ask you out because I wanted to piss Lydia off. I don’t care what she
thinks. All I care about is what you think. Whether you believe me or not, I
wanted to take you out. I have for a long time. I just didn’t have the guts to
ask. You’re a very beautiful woman and I like you the way you are.”
“You
wanted to ask me out?”
“Yes.
We’ve known each other a long time, Callie. You aren’t the type of woman I
usually go out with. You’re more of a permanent relationship type girl. I’m not
sure I’m ready for that kind of thing. You aren’t the type to fuck and walk
away from. That scares the hell out of me, which is why I never asked you out
before.”
“I’m
not?” She shook her head. “I mean, no I’m not, but I
could be if that’s what you wanted.” Desperation riddled her subconscious. She
wanted him on any terms she could get him even if it was only for one night.
“You would
become something you aren’t for me?”
“Yes.”
She blew out a long breath. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Jeremiah. I can
be whatever you want me to be for however long you want me. No hearts or
feelings will get into the mix. I promise.”
He
swallowed rather hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing a couple of times before he
spoke again. “Are you propositioning me for a one- nighter ?”
“Yes.”
“And
the rules of this fling?”
“We
have one great night, no feelings get involved. We part as friends.”
He
tapped his fingers on the steering wheel for a minute before he pushed his hat
back on his head and turned to look at her. “One night?”
The
grey of his eyes turned stormy in the fading light of the evening. Labor Day
would be on them soon. The summer would be coming to a close. Winter in Bandera
always seemed long and lonely to her. She wished for more than one night, but
if that’s all there was, then so be it. “Yes. I’m game for one night of hot sex
with you.”
“You
really want to do this?”
“Yep. What do you say?”
A rough
exhale pierced the silence of the cab. “Let’s have dinner. We can decide for
sure at the end of the evening. Who knows, maybe we aren’t even compatible.”
Like hell. Judging from how I
react to your touch, if we aren’t compatible, I’ll eat my shoe. “Sounds good
to me.”
He
nodded once, put the truck into gear and pulled out into traffic as Callie
contemplated what she’d just done. A deal with the devil, no doubt, and she was
sure she’d get burned in the process. One night of
mind-blowing sex with Jeremiah Young. What could go wrong?
* * *
*
Jeremiah
parked the truck along the narrow road near the San Antonio River Walk so they
could take a stroll down the sidewalk to the restaurant he wanted to take
Callie to. He wasn’t sure if she’d ever been to this particular restaurant, but
it was one of his favorites and they even had a mariachi band that played while
the diners ate.
The
evening breeze blew softly through the area, cooling things down from the heat
of the afternoon sun. Lights bathed each restaurant in a soft glow as they
approached the one he’d made reservations for.
“Young,
party of two.”
“Ah,
yes sir. One moment please and I’ll have your table ready.”
“Thank
you.”
They
stood side by side, not touching, but shifting from foot to foot as they waited
for the hostess to seat them. He hadn’t said anything more