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“Calista!” Maisie screams, running down the hill again. This time, she doesn’t lose her footing. She hugs Calista’s legs one last time. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. We can keep working together if you want.”
Maisie shakes her head. “I don’t really love soccer.”
I act mock offended and put my hand over my heart.
“But I really wanted to score a goal.” She smiles.
Calista runs her hand over her braided red hair. “Then I’m glad your wish came true.”
Maisie shuffles her feet. “What’s your wish? Maybe I can help.”
Calista smiles softly at my niece, then looks at me. “Oh, that’s sweet, but my wish is impossible.”
“No wishes are impossible,” Maisie argues.
“Not when you’re nine, no, they aren’t. But thank you, I appreciate you trying. Now, go have some well-deserved pizza and ice cream.”
After one last hug for both of us, Maisie runs back to my family.
As I drive Calista to Lake Starlight, I wonder, do our wishes match?
Twenty-Six
Calista
At Dion’s, I linger in the vehicle a little longer than I should before opening the door.
Rylan grabs my other hand before I get out. “Can I see you tonight?”
I look up at Dion’s apartment, a flash of Rylan’s and my last Christmas going through my mind. “Yeah, I’ll be at the cabin around nine.”
“I’ll be there.” He brings my hand to his lips and places a kiss on the inside of my wrist. “You never stop amazing me,” he whispers.
I smile. “Give yourself some credit. You helped her too.”
He nods, but I’m not sure he believes it. I think it was hard growing up as the youngest child in a blended family and the only sibling who was born to Hank and Marla as a couple.
“See you at nine.”
He drops my hand and sighs. “See you then.”
I get out of the car, and on my way up the stairs to Dion’s apartment, all I can think of is last Christmas when he sent me the bouquet of camellias, my favorite flower. I called him up here to make it clear I didn’t want anything from him, but words failed me when he kissed me…
His lips were on mine. His tongue slowly parted my mouth, requesting permission. And the traitors that they were, they opened. His warm tongue slid inside and glided along mine. I moaned and my lady parts put up no resistance, getting right on board even if it wasn’t a good idea. But how could I blame them? They knew Rylan, and they knew they were going to feel really good when he was done with them.
I sank into his hold. His fingers dug into my hip, his thumb running along the waistband of my joggers. There was no denying I’d wanted this for as long as he had. I missed this feeling of safety and being taken care of—the one only he’d been able to evoke.
His lips left mine, traveled down my neck, and his hands ran up the back of my shirt. A disappointing groan leaked out of him when he found I was wearing a sports bra. I had always worn this shirt sans bra when we were together and I was hanging around the condo. But his hands slid forward, pulling up the bottom of my bra. My body waited with anticipation until his hands took the weight of my breasts and his thumbs ran over my nipples.
“Damn, Calista, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered.
His thigh wiggled between my legs, and I shamelessly ground my core against his strong thigh muscles.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, continuing to fight although we both knew I wasn’t going to call this off.
“We’re adults. We can do what we want.” He plucked off my shirt.
