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Unfortunately, Gabe didn't share her enthusiasm, and his lack of interest grew more apparent every day. At the same time, her affection for the old place grew. Looking at the fresh paint, sparkling new appliances, and weed-free lot gave her a feeling of accomplishment.
At three that afternoon, the snack-shop phone rang. She dropped the cloth she'd been using to wipe down the new popcorn machine and raced to answer it.
"I've got the Bible," Kristy said. "Carol's son just delivered it."
Rachel gave a sigh of relief. "I can't believe I'm finally going to have it. I'll pick it up tonight."
They chatted for a few minutes, and, as she hung up, Gabe walked in. She dashed around the end of the counter. "Kristy has the Bible!"
"Don't pin all your hopes on this."
She looked up into his unsmiling silver eyes and couldn't resist touching his cheek. "You worry too much, dude."
He smiled then, but only for a moment. She could tell he was getting ready to launch into another lecture, so she changed the subject. "How are things going with Tom?"
"He seems to know what he's doing."
Tom Bennett was the projectionist Gabe had hired. After the grand opening, Gabe planned to keep the drive-in open four nights a week. Tom lived in Brevard and would be commuting. Gabe was going to operate the ticket booth and work with Rachel in the snack shop during intermissions, along with a young woman named Kayla he'd hired to help out.
For some time Rachel had been puzzling over what to do with Edward when she had to start working at night, but in the end, her decision had been simple. She couldn't afford a sitter to stay with him very often, so most of the time he would have to come with her. She'd make a bed for him in Gabe's office next to the projection room and hope he'd fall sleep.
Gabe regarded her sternly. "Did you eat lunch today?"
"Every bite." As she gazed at his cranky, disagreeable expression, her mouth curled in a goofy smile. It had been a long time since anyone had looked out for her. Dwayne certainly hadn't, and by the time Rachel had entered her mid-teens, her grandmother's health had deteriorated to the point where Rachel had become her caretaker. But this grouchy, wounded man who only wanted to be left alone had appointed himself her guardian angel.
Her feelings were too much for her, and she walked back to the counter. "How's Tweety Bird doing?"
"Still alive."
"Good." He'd brought the baby sparrow to the drive-in with him so he could keep up with its frequent feedings. Earlier, she'd gone up to his office to ask him a question and seen his big frame bent over the box as he fed the small creature from the slanted tip of a straw." Where did you say you found it?"
"Near the back porch. Usually you can locate the nest and put them back—it's an old wives' tale that birds are rejected by their mothers if they have a human scent on them. But I couldn't find a nest anywhere."
His expression grew even more irritable, as if the baby bird's continued survival displeased him, but she knew differently, and her smile widened.
"What are you so happy about?" he growled.
"I'm happy about you, Bonner." She couldn't resist touching him again, and she abandoned the rag she'd just picked up to go to him. He drew her closer. She laid her head against his chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart.
His thumbs rubbed her back through the soft cotton dress, and she felt his arousal pressed against her. "Let's get out of here, sweetheart, and go back to the cottage."
"We have too much to do. Besides, we just made love last night, or have you forgotten?"
"Yep. It's completely slipped my mind. You're going to have to remind me."
"I'll remind you tonight."
He smiled, but only for a moment before he dropped his head and kissed her.
This was no fleeting touch, but a full melding of their mouths that quickly grew hungry and demanding. His lips parted, and then her own. She felt his fingers tunneling through her hair. His tongue came into her mouth, and she reveled in the wildly erotic sensation of two people out of control.
The kiss deepened. He reached under her dress, pulled at her panties. She grabbed for the snap on his jeans.
There was a loud thump on the ceiling. They sprang back like guilty children, then realized Tom had merely dropped something in the projection room.
She grabbed the edge of the counter.
He took a long, unsteady breath. "I forgot we weren't alone."
