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He’d come to the kitchen a while ago to figure out what they should do for dinner. Apparently the pain pills had kicked in because Cat was resting peacefully, even letting out soft moans every now and then as she slept.
It was those damn moans that had his shorts growing tighter and his teeth grinding as he attempted to control himself. He’d heard those groans earlier, up close and personal in his ear as she’d wrapped her body around his.
The experience was one he would never forget.
Will put together the chicken and rice casserole that his mother used to make. Yes, they’d had a chef when he was a child, but James and Will had always loved this dish and every now and then, Will threw it together just to remember his mother. He still missed her, but it was the little things that would remind him of her and make him smile.
Setting the timer on the oven, Will glanced back to the sleeping beauty in his bed. His mother would have loved Cat. She wouldn’t have cared if she was the maid or—
What the hell? How did that thought sneak right in without his realizing the path his mind was taking? It didn’t matter what his mother would have thought of Cat. He wasn’t getting down on one knee and asking her into the family.
He needed to get a grip because his hormones and his mind were jumbling up all together and he was damn confused. Sleeping with Cat should have satisfied this urge to claim her, but instead of passing, the longing only grew.
With the casserole baking for a good bit, Will opted to grab a shower. He smelled like sex, sand and sweat. Maybe a cold shower would help wake him up to the reality that he’d let Cat go once. Just because they slept together didn’t mean she was ready to give this a go again. And was that what he wanted? In all honesty did he want to try for this once more and risk hurting her, hurting himself, further?
He was making a damn casserole for pity’s sake. What type of man had he become? He’d turned into some warped version of a homemaker and, even worse, he was perfectly okay with this feeling.
Before he went to the shower, he wanted to try the radio one more time. There had to be a way to communicate back to the mainland. Unfortunately, no matter which knobs he turned, which buttons he hit, nothing sparked to life. Resigned to the fact they were indeed stuck, Will went to his master suite bathroom.
As he stripped from his shorts and stepped into the spacious, open shower, he wondered if maybe being stranded with Cat wasn’t some type of sign. Maybe they were supposed to be together with no outside forces hindering their feelings or judgment.
And honestly, Will wanted to see what happened with Cat. He wanted to give this another chance because they were completely different people than they were before and he was in total control of his life. She was that sliver of happiness that kept him smiling and their verbal sparring never failed to get him worked up.
No other woman matched him the way she did and he was going to take this opportunity of being stranded and use every minute to his advantage. He’d prove to her he was different because just telling her he was really wouldn’t convince her. He needed to show her, to let her see for herself that he valued her, that he wanted her. He’d never stopped wanting her.
While he may want to use this private time to seduce the hell out of her, Will knew those hormones were going to have to take a back seat because Cat was worth more and they were long overdue for some relaxing, laid back time. And then maybe they could discuss just what the hell was happening between them.
* * *
Whatever that smell was, Catalina really hoped she wasn’t just dreaming about it. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was greeted with a beautiful orange glow across the horizon. The sun was setting, and lying in this bed, Will’s bed, watching such beauty was a moment she wanted to lock in her mind forever.
She rolled over, wincing as the pain in her ankle reminded her she was injured. The ice bag had melted and slid off the pillow she’d propped it on. As soon as she sat up, she examined her injury, pleased to see the swelling had gone down some.
“Oh, good. Dinner is almost ready.”
Catalina smoothed her hair away from her face and smiled as Will scooped up something from a glass pan.
“I tried the radio again,” he told her. “It didn’t work. The whole system is fried.”
Catalina sighed. As much as she wanted to get back home, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d experienced here, despite the injury. She had a feeling she was seeing the true Will, the man who wasn’t all business and power trips, but a man who cared for her whether he was ready to admit it or not.
