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He backtracked, opened the door, and walked inside.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kitty stared at the dresses she’d flung on her bed in disgust. In less than an hour, she and Steve would meet her father and his “surprise” at The Harbor House for drinks and dinner, and she wanted to look good.
No. Scratch that. She needed to look spectacular.
Her father’s last girlfriend had been twenty-two with a body even a Playboy pinup model would envy. Was it vain of her to not want to be shown up by her sixty-five-year-old father’s trophy girlfriend? Nope. Not vain at all.
She’d showered, shaved, washed and straightened her hair, and had on a new matching bra and underwear set. A nude-colored, lacy number she’d gotten at Victoria’s Secret. She’d just slipped on her black heels when she heard the garage door open and close.
It was about time! If they didn’t leave soon they’d be late.
A few minutes later, Steve came walking into the bedroom. He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest. “Personally, I kind of like this look, but if you think I’m going to let you walk into The Harbor House like that then you’re crazy.”
“Ha-ha.” She scooped two of the dresses off the bed and placed them side by side for his inspection. “What do you think? The green or the blue?”
He tugged off his shirt. “Either one. Do I have time for a shower?”
“A quick one,” she said, opting for the blue. Or should she wear the black?
She was about to try it on when he spun her around and drew her against him. “Or better yet, do we have time for a shower together?” he asked huskily.
“Tempting, but I just spent forty-five minutes getting my hair to look this way and I don’t want to get it wet again.”
“Seriously?”
The heat in his dark eyes could melt the polar ice caps. And she was only human, after all. “Well…” He began to kiss her neck. “Not fair. You know what that does to me,” she panted. Maybe a little wet hair wouldn’t be so bad…
Her cell phone buzzed. She glanced over at the bedside table. “That’s probably my dad.”
“Maybe he’s going to be late,” Steve said. “Or better yet, maybe he’s canceling.”
Her phone buzzed again. She reluctantly tore herself from Steve’s arms to pick it up.
Got in early. Already at the restaurant. Can’t wait to see you!
She showed Steve the screen.
“Give me three minutes in the shower.” He stripped off the rest of his clothes and headed into the bathroom.
Sigh. Shower sex would have been so lovely. She opted for the blue dress, then touched up her makeup in the bedroom mirror. “How did the interview with Tom go?” she asked loud enough to carry into the adjoining bathroom.
“He took the job,” he said over the noise from the shower.
“Great! I tried calling you this afternoon to see how it went, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
He didn’t answer back. Not that her statement required an answer, but Steve was in the habit of calling her every afternoon, just to see how her day was going. It was a sweet gesture and she’d gotten used to it. So when he hadn’t called today, she’d missed talking to him.
He came out a couple of minutes later with nothing but
a towel wrapped around his hips. She watched as he quickly dressed in a pair of dark dress slacks and a blue, long-sleeved shirt. He looked so handsome it made her bones ache. It made other parts of her ache, too. They were definitely having shower sex when they got back from dinner. Or bed sex. Or couch sex. It didn’t really matter where.
She cleared her throat. “How did lunch with Terrie go?”
“Looks like the house is going to sell. We accepted the offer this afternoon. If all goes well, we should close in thirty days.”
Kitty sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you sad? I know you really loved that house.”
