Paris in spring. Or spend spring break on some remote Mexican beach.”
“Why haven't you?” He looked over at her again and watched her sigh, her shoulders
slumping a little.
“Up until a few months ago, I thought I knew the answer. But now…” She looked out
the side window and was silent.
“Your sisters?” He turned into the long driveway that led to Saddleback Ranch.
“Yes, one of the reasons.” She looked straight ahead at the large white house. Grant
had helped Chase and half the men in town put the new metal roof on it a few months
ago. He knew that all the windows had been replaced, as well. Chase was in the process
of redoing half the house. Since Chase had moved in, officially telling everyone in
town about his seven-year marriage to Lauren, he'd been busy fixing the old place
up and returning it to its former glory. Or so his friend said. To be honest, Grant
couldn't remember the place looking this nice before.
He pulled his truck to a stop in front of the porch and put it into park, leaving
it running. “I don't think those reasons are holding you back now.”
She looked over at him. “No, I guess I just haven't found the right person to do all
that stuff with. I thought…” He saw a tear stream down her cheek and leaned over to
gently wipe it away.
“Don't give him your tears. He doesn't deserve them, or you.” She reached up and took
his hand away from her face, but held onto it for a moment.
“Thank you, Grant. Thanks for being here.” She dropped his hand and reached for the
door handle, only to come up short when her seat belt locked her into place.
He chuckled and reached over to unbuckle it, but she'd turned at the same time. Their
faces were inches apart, and all he could do was look into her dark eyes, transfixed
by the richness he saw there. Before he knew what he was doing, his mouth was on hers
in a soft kiss. Her hands went to his hair, neither pulling him away nor holding him
in place. Instead, her fingers laced through his curls as if taking stock of each
one.
Her mouth moved slowly under his and before he knew it, their tongues touched and
he melted into her sweet taste. She moaned, and then he moaned. Her fingers trailed
down his neck, leaving a hot trail, but when he felt the ring on her finger scrape
just under his ear, he pulled back and blinked.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled, realizing that she was still officially engaged to someone
else.
She smiled. “You keep saying that.” She reached up to pull him closer again, but he
pulled back and shook his head. “I'm sorry.” He knew he was repeating himself, but
he didn't care. He knew she needed time to recover from the shock of losing Travis.
He didn't want to be her rebound guy.
“It's just a kiss. It's not like I'm asking you to come up to my room.” She smiled
and he felt his face heat. How many times in the past years had he imagined just that?
Even now, his mind was leading him up those stairs, stripping away her tight clothes,
touching her soft…he shook his head clear.
“I better be going.” He leaned back to his side of the truck, efficiently blocking
the chance of them touching any more.
“Grant?” She waited until he looked over at her again. “Thanks for telling me the
truth and for the ride home.” She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the truck.
He watched her disappear into the dark house and wanted to kick himself.
The entire drive home, he berated himself for taking advantage of her. After all,
she'd just found out that the man she'd been dating for almost eight years and was
engaged to was cheating on her. Great, just great. Tell the girl of your dreams that
the man of her dreams is a no-good, lying sack of shit, then kiss her until you can't
see straight.
He drove the five miles to his new farm. When he turned off the highway into the long
winding drive, he stopped at the top of the hill and looked down at his