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CHAPTER SIX
IN HIS OFFICE ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE OLD TOWNHOUSE he'd remodeled, Jack refined a concept on his computer. He considered the addition to Mac's studio after-hours work, and since neither she nor Carter were in any particular hurry, he could fiddle, reimagine, and revise the overall structure and every fussy detail.
Now that Parker wanted a second concept to include additions on both the first and second floors, he needed to revisualize not only the details and design, but the entire flow. It was smarter, in his opinion, to do it all at once, even if it did mean scrapping his original concept. He toyed with lines and flow, the play of light as part of the increased space that would remain studio. With refitting the current powder room and storage and increasing the square footage of both, he could widen the bath, add a shower - something he thought they'd appreciate down the road - give Mac the client dressing area she wanted, and double her current storage space. Carter's study on the second floor . . .
He sat back, guzzled some water, and tried to think like an English professor. What would his wants and needs be for work space? Efficiency, and a traditional bent - it being Carter. Built-ins along the wall for books. Make that two walls.
Breakfronts, he decided, shifting in his own U-shaped work space to try a quick hand sketch. Cabinets beneath for holding office supplies, student files.
Nothing slick, nothing sleek. Not Carter.
Dark wood, he thought, an Old English look. But generous windows to match the rest of the building. Angle the roof to break up the lines. A couple of skylights. Frame out this wall to form an alcove. Add interest, create a sitting area.
A place a guy could escape to when his wife was pissed at him, or when he just wanted an afternoon nap.
Put an atrium door here, and add a terrace - small scale. Maybe a guy wanted a brandy and cigar. It could happen.
He paused a moment, tuned back in to the game he had on the flat-screen to his left. While his thoughts brewed in the back of his mind, he watched the Phillies strike out the Red Sox in order. That sucked.
He turned back to the drawing. And thought: Emma.
Cursing, he tunneled a hand through his hair. He'd been doing a damn good job of not letting her in. He was good at compartmentalizing. Work, ball game, the occasional toggle over to check other scores. Emma was in another compartment, and that one was supposed to stay shut. He didn't want to think about her. It did no good to think about her. He'd made a mistake, obviously, but it wasn't earth-shattering. He'd kissed the girl, that's all. A hell of a kiss, he thought now. Still, just one of those things, just one of those moments. A few more days to let the reverberations die down, and things could get back to normal. She wasn't the type of woman to hold it against him.
Besides, she'd been right there with him. He scowled, guzzled more water. Yeah, damn right she had. So what was she all bent out of shape about?
They were grown ups; they'd kissed each other. End of story.
If she was waiting for him to apologize, she could keep waiting. She'd just have to deal with it - and him. He and Del were tight, and he was friends, good friends, with the other members of the Quartet. Added to it, with the remodeling Parker was talking about, he'd be spending more time on the estate for the next several months.
He dragged his hand through his hair again. Okay, that being the case, they'd both have to deal with it.
"Hell. "
He scrubbed his hands over his face, then ordered himself to push his brain back into work. Frowning, he studied the bare bones of his design. Then narrowed his eyes.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. "
If he canted the whole thing, angled it, cantilevering the study, he'd create a back patio area, partially covered. It would give them the outdoor living space they lacked, privacy, a potential little garden area or shrubbery. Emma would have ideas on that.
It would add interest to the shape and lines of the building, and increase usable space without significantly adding on to the cost of the build.
"You're a genius, Cooke. "
As he began to plot it out, someone knocked on the back door.
Mind still on the drawing, he rose to walk through the main living area of his quarters over his firm. And assuming it was Del or one of his other friends - and hoping they brought their own beer - he opened the door that led into his kitchen.
She stood in the glimmer of porch light and smelled like moonlit meadows.
"Emma. "
"I want to talk to you. " She breezed right by him, tossed her hair back, pivoted. "Are you alone?"
"Ah . . . yeah. "
"Good. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Give me a context. "
"Don't try to be funny. I'm not in the mood for funny. You go flirty on me, jumping my car, rubbing my shoulders, eating my pasta, lending me your jacket, and then - "
"I guess I could've just waved as I passed you on the side of the road. Or let you shiver until you turned blue. And I was hungry. "
"It's all of a piece. " She snapped it out then strode through the kitchen into his wide hallway with her hands waving in the air. "And you conveniently left out the shoulder rubbing and the 'and then. ' "
He saw no choice but to tag after her. "You looked stressed and knotted up. You were okay with it at the time. "
Spinning around, she narrowed those brown velvet eyes. "And then?"
"Okay, there was an 'and then. ' You were there, I was there, so 'and then. ' It's not like I jumped you or you tried to fight me off. We just . . . " Kissed suddenly sounded too important. "Locked lips for a minute. "
"Locked lips. Are you twelve? You kissed me. "
"We kissed each other. "
"You started it. "
He smiled. "Are you twelve?"
She made a low hissing sound that had the back of his neck prickling. "You made the move, Jack. You brought me wine, you got all cozy on the stairs, rubbing my shoulders. You kissed me. "
"Guilty, all counts. You kissed me right back. Then you went tearing off like I'd drawn blood. "
"Parker beeped me. I was working . You poofed. And you've stayed poofed since. "
"Poofed? I left. You ran off like the hounds of hell were on your heels, and Whitney irritates the shit out of me. So I left. And, strangely, I have a job - just like you - and I've spent the last week working. Not poofing. Jesus, I can't believe I said poofing. " He had to drag in a breath. "Look, let's sit down. "
"I don't want to sit down. I'm too mad to sit down. You don't just do that then walk away. "
Since she pointed an accusatory finger at him, he pointed right back. "You walked away. "
"That's not what I mean, and you know it. Beeper, Parker, work. " She threw her hands in the air again.
"I didn't go anywhere. I just left because the MBB decided she had to inspect the tossing bouquet before she'd deign to toss it, and insisted it had to be right then and there. She irritates the shit out of everyone, but I didn't just leave. "
She gave him a little shove, palm to chest. "You did. It was rude. "
"God. Are you going to scold me now? Wait, you already are. I kissed you. I confess. You have that mouth, and I wanted it - was pretty clear about that. " His eyes sparked, storm clouds full of thunder and electric light. "You didn't scream for help so I took it. Hang me. "
"It's not about the kiss. It is, but it isn't. It's about the why and the after that and the what. "
He stared at her. "What?"
"Yes! I'm entitled to some sort of reasonable answer. "
"Where, you forgot where, so I'll insert that one. Where is the reasonable question? Find it, and I'll do what I can with a reasonable answer. Thereto. "
She smoldered. He hadn't known a woman could actually smolder. God, it was sexy.
"If you can't discuss this like an adult, then - "
"Screw it. "
If he was going to be damned for i
t once, he might as well be damned for it twice. He grabbed her, jerking her forward and up to her toes. The sound she made might have been the beginning of what, or why, but before she could finish the word he plundered her mouth. He used his teeth, one quick, impatient bite, that had her lips parting in surprise or response. He wasn't in the mood to care which, not when his tongue found hers, not when the taste of her sizzled along his senses like a wire in the blood. His hands tangled in the wild glory of her hair, tugging so her head dipped back. Stop. She meant to say it. She meant to do it. But it was like being drenched in summer. In the heat and the wet. Every sensible thought melted away as her body leaped from temper to shock to fevered response.
When he lifted his head, said her name, she only shook her head and dragged him back. For one wild moment his hands were everywhere, inciting, igniting, until she could barely get her breath.
"Let me - " He fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.
"Okay. " She'd let him do pretty much anything.
When his hand covered her racing heart, she pulled him to the floor. Smooth flesh, hard muscle, and a mouth mad with hunger. She arched under him, rolled over him. Yanked his T-shirt up and away to scrape her teeth over his chest. With a groan, he dragged her back up to ravish her mouth, her throat, with a frenzied desperation that matched the rush of hers. Half mad, he flipped her onto her back, ready to rip her clothes away. Her elbow smacked the floor with a sound like a gunshot. Stars burst in front of her eyes.
"Oh! God!"
"What? Emma. Shit. Fuck. I'm sorry. Let me see. "
"No. Wait. " Dazed, tingling, and not a little stupefied, she managed to sit up. "Funny bone. Ha-ha. Oh, God," she said again.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Here. " He started to rub her forearm to help with the needles and pins he imagined were stabbing her, and struggling to steady his breathing, wheezed.
"You're laughing. "
"No. No. I'm too overcome with lust and passion to draw a clear breath. "
"You're laughing. " She jabbed him in the chest with the index finger of her good arm.
"No. I'm fighting manfully not to. " Which was, he mused, likely the first time he'd done so while sporting a massive hard-on. "Is it better? Any better?" he asked, and made the mistake of looking over, and into her eyes.
The laugh sparkled in them, like gold over brown. He lost the fight, simply collapsed and gave in to the belly laugh. "Really sorry. "
"Why? When you showed such exquisite finesse. "
"Yeah, that's what they all say. You're the one who headed for the floor when I've got a perfectly good couch ten feet away, and a damn fine bed up those stairs. But no, you can't control yourself long enough to let me get us to a soft surface. "
"Only a wimp requires a soft surface for sex. "
He shifted his gaze over with a slow, hot smile. "I ain't no wimp, sister. " He sat up. "Let's try take two. "
"Wait. " She slapped a hand on his chest. "Mmm, nice pecs, by the way. But wait. " Lifting her still tingling arm she pushed back her hair. "Jack, what are we doing?"
"If I have to explain it, I'm doing it wrong. "
"No, really. I mean . . . " She glanced down at her open shirt, and the lacy white bra perkily peeking out.
"Look at us. Look at me. "
"Believe me, I was. Am. Want to keep doing that. You have this seriously crazy body. I just want to - "
"Yes, I get that. Back at you, but, Jack, we can't just . . . We got off the track here. "
"Down the track, heading for home, from my viewpoint. Give me five minutes to mesh viewpoints. One. Give me one. "
"It would probably take under thirty seconds. But no," she added when he grinned. "Really. We can't just do this, like this. Or at all. Maybe. " Everything inside her hitched and sparked and wanted .
"I'm not sure. We need to think, muse, mull, maybe ponder and brood. Jack, we're friends. "
"I'm feeling pretty damn friendly. "
Her eyes went soft as she reached out to lay her hand on his cheek. "We're friends. "
"We are. "
"More, we have friends who are friends. So many connections. So as much as I'd like to say 'what the hell, let's try out that couch, then the bed and maybe take round three on the floor - ' "
"Emmaline. " His eyes were deep, dark smoke. "You're killing me. "
"Sex isn't a kiss on the back stairs. Even a really great kiss on the back stairs. So we have to think and so on before we decide. I refuse to not be friends with you, Jack, just because right now I really want you naked. You're important. "
He heaved a sigh. "I wish you hadn't said that. You're important. You always have been. "
"Then let's take a little time and think this through. " She eased back and began to button her shirt.
"You don't know how sorry I am to see you do that. "
"Yes, I do. About as sorry as I am to do it. Don't get up," she said, and got to her feet, picked up the purse she'd dropped when he'd grabbed her. "If it's any consolation, I'm going to have a miserable night thinking about what would've happened if we hadn't stopped to think. "
"It isn't, because I'm going to have the same. "
"Well. " She glanced back as she headed for the door. "You started it. "
I N THE MORNING, AFTER THE PREDICTED MISERABLE NIGHT, Emma wanted the comfort of pals and Mrs. Grady's pancakes. She bargained with herself. She could have the pals, no question, but she could only have the pancakes if she first faced the dreaded home gym. She dragged on her gear and began the resented, caffeine-deprived trudge to the main house. On the way, she veered toward Mac's studio. She could see no good reason why her friend shouldn't suffer along with her.
Without thinking she walked right in, angled toward the kitchen. There was Mac, in cotton boxers and a tank, leaning against the counter with a wide grin and a cup of coffee. And Carter opposite her, mirroring the pose and the grin, in his tweed jacket.
She should've knocked, Emma thought instantly. She had to remember to start knocking now that Carter lived here, too.
Mac glanced her way, lifted her cup in casual greeting. "Hey. "
"Sorry. "
"Are you out of coffee again?"
"No, I - "
"There's plenty," Carter told her. "I made a full pot. "
Emma gave him a sorrowful look. "I don't know why you have to marry her instead of me. "
