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‘It’s in the office. I didn’t think I was going to be long...’ She stepped closer, stretching up as if to kiss him. ‘Give it to me...’
‘What for?’ He’d stretch this delicious torture out as long as he could. Euan reckoned he had a good thirty seconds more before he reached the limits of his endurance.
‘So I can get onto the internet and see my mail.’ She reached around behind him, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. ‘You should password your phone, you know. Anyone could get hold of the information on it.’
He chuckled. Her body was pressed against his still, and she was thumbing the screen of his phone. He was enjoying this a little too much... ‘It wouldn’t matter if they did. It may be a smartphone, but I’m not smart enough to use it for anything other than calls.’
She rolled her eyes, and resumed her scrutiny of the small screen of his phone. Then she caught her breath. ‘Yes!’
‘Got it?’
She turned her shining eyes up towards him. ‘The Centre wants my software... You knew that, didn’t you?’
Euan shrugged. ‘The email they sent me rather indicated that, without actually saying it.’
Sam punched his shoulder. ‘Why didn’t you say?’
‘I just wanted you to hear it from them. I suppose you’ll have to be back in London for Monday now...’
She raised one eyebrow. ‘No. I told them that I wasn’t free until the week after next. Unless you want me to go?’ She looked up at him, and all the things that one weekend could hold washed over him in a never-ending stream of possibilities.
‘No.’ He felt his fingers tighten possessively around her waist. ‘I want you to stay.’
‘Then I’ll stay. You want to get some ice cream? We need to do something to celebrate.’
The vision of Sam, a bowl of ice cream and a bed drifted into his head. Stayed there, refusing to move. Euan turned, grabbed her hand, striding back towards his house.
‘Where are we going? The café’s that way...’ She was laughing and almost running to keep up with him.
‘It’s seven-thirty in the morning. I have ice cream in my freezer. And if we try doing what I’ve got in mind at a pavement café, we’re going to get arrested.’
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ON SATURDAY MORNING Sam was up early again. She knew that Euan would be waiting for her.
Yesterday they’d worked together, eaten together and made love together, not necessarily in that order. He’d seemed to accept her going back to the flat to sleep, just as he had the night before. That slow smile of his, the quirk of his mouth that signalled he regretted her going, and the assertion that there were ‘no rules’ other than the ones they made for themselves. This morning she knew that he’d be waiting for her.
She picked up the key he’d left on the small chest of drawers in the flat and tucked it into her pocket. Almost ran to his house and let herself in. He was still asleep, and she quietly got undressed and slid into the bed beside him.
‘Mmmph. Your hands are cold.’ His sleepy growl greeted her.
‘Want me to take them away?’
‘Don’t you dare.’ He rolled over, his body hard and strong against hers. ‘We agreed last night.’
‘We did.’ Just when she’d begun to think that this might well break them apart, Euan’s honest pragmatism had come to the rescue.
‘You take your space. No need for excuses, no having to pretend you have work to do, or a headache, or an early start in the morning.’
‘Yes.’ She kissed him, feeling the scratch of his morning stubble. ‘And I let you know that I’m coming back.’
That was what he’d asked in return. He’d said he needed that, and it was the least she could give. Even if it did make her wonder whether he’d put his ex-wife’s behaviour behind him quite as much as he’d said he had.
‘And now you’re here...’ He kissed her neck. Brushed his lips against the soft, sensitive skin of her breasts, and Sam whimpered with longing. It was that easy for him. A few short moments and all she could think about was how much she wanted Euan.
‘What have you got in mind?’
‘Want me to spell it out for you?’
