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Mr. Allen shook his head. “Get my cane, would you?” he said to his son.
“Looks like that’s all the entertainment for this evening,” said Hank. I stood when he did.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Allen.”
His eyes scrunched. “He your husband?” he asked, pointing to Beau.
I smiled. “No. We’re just friends.”
Hank helped his father from the chair. When they passed by, he hit Beau in the shin with his cane. “You’re an idiot if you don’t marry her,” he muttered.
“Agreed,” Beau responded, winking at me.
“You should’ve told him you were already spoken for,” I teased once the two men were out of earshot.
Beau cocked his head. “But I’m not.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t believe for one minute that you and Daphne won’t eventually get back together.”
“Let’s go,” he snapped more than said. Rather than motioning for me to go first like he usually did, this time he stalked out in front of me. When we reached the door, he grabbed my jacket from the coat rack and held it out for me.
“I was joking,” I muttered.
Beau didn’t respond until we were outside. “Whatever was once between Daphne and me is no more. We never planned to marry. We will never marry.”
“Overreaction much?” I said under my breath.
Beau stalked toward the gate that separated the restaurant’s entrance and the sidewalk. He held it open, but as I went to pass, he grabbed my arm, pulling my body flush with his. “Maybe this will convince you,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine.
12
BEAU
There were countless times I’d thought about kissing Sam. More, I’d fantasized about it. None had ever involved standing on a sidewalk in a village on the East Coast, snow falling softly around us. Admittedly, it was quite romantic, as opposed to my fantasies, which leaned more erotic.
Her lips were no less soft, her taste no less sweet, the way her mouth opened to mine no less breathtaking than I’d imagined. A feral sound emanated from somewhere deep inside me as my desire for this woman, feelings I’d kept buried for years, coursed through every part of my body.
I kissed her fiercely, my mouth capturing hers. I snaked one arm around her waist, then eased it down to the hollow of her back, drawing her closer to my hardness.
Only the sound of someone approaching jarred me out of the lustful haze I’d so willingly dived into. I left my hand where it was but broke the kiss. Sam rested her cheek against my chest.
Once the person passed, I lifted her chin with my fingers so I could gaze into her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she tightened the grip her hands had on my arms.
“We could catch a movie if you’d like,” I offered.
Sam smiled but took a step back. “Maybe tomorrow.”
When she turned and walked in the direction of the inn, I followed. “Sam?”
She glanced over her shoulder, but it was dark, and I couldn’t read her expression. When I caught up and put my arm around her shoulders like I had earlier, she didn’t flinch or attempt to move away. She also didn’t say anything. Neither did I.
“How about a nightcap?” I asked once we reached the Roycroft, hoping we could ease the tension I felt building between us.
“I’m really tired, but you go ahead,” she said, walking toward the lift.
“Sam? Wait.”
She turned around. “Yes?”
