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THE CHATTER GOING on in the tea room wasn’t anything new, but something seemed off. I walked up to a table of ladies who were in town visiting.
“How is everything, ladies?” I asked.
They all looked up at me and smiled. “Amazing,” one said. “This lavender tea of yours is to die for! And the apple tart, please tell me you give your recipes out.”
I laughed. “I’m so glad you like the tea…and the tart. I don’t hand them out, but I will let you in on a little secret. I usually share the recipes on my Instagram page.”
They all leaned in with anticipation. I pulled out my business cards and handed one to each of them. “My social media isn’t all about tea. I try to change it up some—I’d love for you to follow me. And the tart is under the recipe section!”
“Thank you so much! We live in San Antonio, and this is our first time in Comfort!”
“How wonderful! What brought y’all here?”
One blushed as the others all giggled. “Rumor has it, Anson Meyer is back in his hometown.”
My stomach dropped, and I had to force myself not to show any reaction.
“We tried telling her he was on some tropical island,” one of the girls stated as she shot her friend a look.
They all laughed as the one who had been talking to me nodded and waved them off. “I know he is, but I just had to come and see where he grew up. We’ve asked a few people in some of the stores about him. Some gave us a cold response, and some were polite but didn’t offer up much information.”
Another woman chimed in. “It’s like some people love him here, and some not so much.”
I shrugged. “Small town.”
They all looked at me like that wasn’t a good enough response.
“Did you know him?” the woman who spoke first asked.
I smiled. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Is he just as handsome in real life as he looks on TV?” one of them asked with a dreamy look in her eyes.
“He is, very much so.”
They all sighed, and I had to force myself not to laugh.
“If you ladies need anything else, be sure to let me or Mindy know,” I said. I turned and quickly walked back to my office, where I pulled out my phone and called Anson.
“Do you miss me already?” he purred into the phone.
With a chuckle, I replied, “Considering you woke me up at five in the morning to ravage my body, I should be angry with you. I’m exhausted!”
His deep laugh came across the phone and made my entire body heat up. “But you aren’t angry because you know that those two orgasms I gave you made it worth watching the sunrise, Darlin’.”
He had a point there. I smiled to myself.
“Glad you called,” he said. “Wanted to let you know that I’m about to head out with Dad for a ride to hopefully talk some more.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad he’s feeling better and that he agreed to go.”
Carl had been hell-bent on making Anson suffer by hardly speaking to him at all. Even after the scare with the anxiety attack, he was still being a stubborn mule.
“Yeah, me too. I really want to patch things up with him.”
“I know you do. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about you coming into the tea room today.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll want to take you on your desk?”
A rush of wetness hit my panties as I looked at my desk and let that image play across my mind.
“Um, as turned on as I am by that mental image, that’s not the reason. There’s a group of women here from San Antonio. They all seem to believe you’re not here, but they wanted to come and see where Anson Meyer grew up. They asked me about you and are obviously very infatuated with you.”
“Well, I figured some folks might come snooping around, but most wouldn’t put it together that I’d come home. What did they ask you?”
I smiled. “They wanted to know if I knew you and if you really were as handsome as you look on TV.”
He laughed once more. “And what did you say?”
“The truth. That I did know you, and that yes, you are indeed just as handsome.”
“I wonder if Dad wouldn’t mind pushin’ off our ride? I have the sudden urge to sneak into your office and have my way with you.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I’ll make you a deal. I have some accounting stuff to go over later. How about you meet me here later, and we can talk more about sex on the desk?”
He moaned. “God, you really are the woman of my dreams.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve got to run. Be careful, and I hope the ride is a good one.”
