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"And they agreed?"
"Yes." He said, shortly.
"Lucky for us, this is just an arrangement."
"Lucky for us." She was looking into her glass and missed seeing the tightness of his jaw.
Draining his glass, he rose. "I’m going for a walk."
"It's late."
"Why, darling, I didn't know you cared."
"Oh, go to hell." She snapped.
Without a word, he grabbed his jacket and strode from the room. She waited until she heard the door slam before leaning against the cushions and closing her eyes wearily. It was already turning out to be complicated.
Chapter 3
It was colder than he expected, but then again, the altitude was higher because it was on a rise. With the number of trees on the property, it was made even colder with the wind whistling through the leaves.
Hunching his shoulders, he shoved his hands into the pockets of the jacket and plodded on. He was pissed and feeling sorry for himself. What they’d shared in that small room, right next to the fire was something to be cherished and she had to spoil it by being bitchy about it.
What the hell had he expected? That she would praise his expertise as a lover? That she would suddenly make a one eighty and declare her love for him? She’d already made it plain this was just an arrangement. An inconvenience was the way she’d put it and it’d stung the hell out of him.
To him, it’d been special and he could still feel her wrapped around his cock, the tightness of her, the texture of her skin, and the feel of those long and well-toned legs wrapped around his waist. How could she ignore what had just happened between them?
The heat from the fire in the hearth couldn’t compare to the one they’d experienced and yet she was still determined to play it lightly, as if she’d performed a duty and that was the end of it.
Sighing deeply, he stopped with a frown and realized that he’d wandered so far away he couldn’t see the lights coming from the cabin. Turning around, he started back and heard the thunder before the flash of lightning.
Great, he thought bitterly. He’d forgotten they were predicting a thunder storm. He was going to be drenched before he got to the cabin. With that realization, he increased the pace and started running when he felt the first fat raindrop on his skin.
*****
She wasn’t going to worry it was raining like crazy and he was still out there. That was his problem. He was an adult and she wasn’t his mother. Who the hell goes for a walk when it’s freezing out? Hadn't he checked the weather to know it was going to rain?
Spinning away from the window where she’d been looking out, she went to add some logs to the fire. If he managed to come back, he was going to need to thaw out. Damn fool! Why had he been so upset anyway?
They both knew it was just an arrangement and she was still pissed that she’d agreed to it. She liked her life the way it was, and wanted things - like a baby and a man - on her terms.
But now, it was complicated. The lovemaking had been so powerful and unexpected that her mind was blown. It made her realize that the love scenes in her books, not that there were many because it was a detective series, were tame compared to what had happened between them.
Spinning back to the window, she felt upset mixed with anxiety. Where the hell was he? That's why she didn’t do relationships and was regretting inviting him. It’d been a foolish idea.
This was where her Mom and his Dad had come for their secret meetings and it felt super weird. Bad decision on her part, but then again, she hadn’t wanted him inside her apartment. That was her space.
She felt her heart shudder in relief when she heard the door open and then close. The relief turned to anger as he came charging in and dripping water all over the floor. His hair was slicked back by the rain and his clothes were sodden.
"Are you always this stupid?"
"Don't start." He warned, his teeth chattering and his body shuddering.
"Oh, hell, I’m going to start. How could you go out for a walk in this weather?"
"It wasn’t raining when I started." He was trembling so much; he could not get the jacket off. "A little help here?"
She glared at him and considered leaving and going to bed, but her conscience wouldn’t allow her. Marching over, she dragged the jacket off none too gently and tossed it over the back of the chair. Next, she brushed his hands away and pulled the sweater over his head.
