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“You’re out of control. I don’t know. I try not to stare. But I’m sure it’s ample by what I can see.”
She thought of seeing his wet bathing suit clinging to a massive erection in the shower but kept that to herself. After finishing in the shower, they ran to the pool holding hands and jumped in. The heater had been off, but it was still warm from the sun. The water felt so good, soft, like a blanket enveloping them. For the next minutes they held each other, kissing. His lips were soft too, but outlined with five-o’clock shadow, just enough prickle to remind her of the man behind all that softness and warmth. Because of the proximity of Emily’s house to Billy’s, far enough away but still in view, they didn’t do anything else but kiss.
He lifted her up on the side of the pool and, with his hands on her knees, opened her legs just enough to see the crotch of her bathing suit, sure lips were protruding. She was aroused and ready to jump him, but letting him make all the moves until she had to put on the brakes.
“Let’s get inside,” Paul murmured, his voice husky.
She didn’t sayjust to kiss, but the words ricocheted in her head.Just to kiss.
Chapter 5
The end of summer loomed. On Saturday, Charlie Saint finished sorting through boxes stashed in the garage for years, leaving things clearly marked with now ex-wife Clare’s name for her to deal with.
Oliver said he’d take whatever Paul didn’t want, and Paul requested anything that was remotely Southwestern. A set of dishes with a distinctly native pattern filled one box, along with several woven blankets, a footstool covered in a remnant of an Indian woven rug, books, framed artwork, and the coup de grace, an authentic peace pipe a local Native American had given Charlie’s father when #34 fought a fire on the nearby reservation.
Getting out his phone, he keyed in his son’s number. Paul answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Pop. Are you coming up this afternoon? Because if you want to wait, I can get the stuff when we’re down at Aunt Roberta’s tomorrow.”
“I’d like to drive up now, if that’s okay. I’ve looked forward to the change of scene, to tell you the truth.”
“Come on up. I have news, anyway. You’ll hear it first before anyone else.”
***
Yep, he had news. On Thursday night, he’d proposed to a completely shocked Emily. They were at her house, working on installing a rooftop sprinkler system, when the sun started its descent.
“Think about coming down from there,” she called out.
“Okay. One more fastener and I’m done for now.”
She held the ladder when he climbed down, jumping the last two rungs and kissing her.
“I’m starved.”
Laughing, Emily found it amusing that for as slender as Paul was, he ate nonstop.
“I have roast turkey and an early Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixings.”
“Sounds good. You are an amazing cook.”
“Yeah, your aunt will serve Italian and roast beef on Sunday, and you’ll be eating it all week, so this is a nice change.”
“It’s great.” He packed up his tools and folded up the ladder. “I love a turkey dinner.”
After he put all his tools away in the garage, he followed her into the house.
“I’ll be right back. Need to wash up.”
In her most domesticated mode, she set the table with her grandmother’s china. They’d had a rotisserie turkey breast at the grocery store, so she got that instead of a chicken, which led to the Thanksgiving dinner theme. She even got a frozen pumpkin pie, which was in the oven.
“You went to so much trouble,” he said, hugging her.
“Not really, but I’m glad it looks like it.”
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Pour yourself whatever you want to drink. I have iced tea and diet soda.”
