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He had no idea what a three entailed, or a four, but he knew he’d get the high end of level four from Cass.Heck, what she wore to sit on her front steps on a summer morning was nicer than what most women wore—at least the ones Harrison knew.
“What are you wearing?”she asked.
“The pair of slacks I wear to fancy meetings,” he said.“My light blue shirt.This great tie my momma gave me for my birthday last year in the hopes that I’d start goin’ to church with her.”He chuckled.“I didn’t, by the way.”He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Cass.She’d eaten about half of her cinnamon bun, and she placed the rest back in the bag.
“I noticed you don’t go to church,” she said.She dusted her hands off and used the napkin.“Is there a reason why?”
“I’m tired on Sunday,” he said with a sigh.“Getting up and all dressed to go to church… It feels like a lot of work.”
“Fair enough.”She gave him a smile.“Do you believe in God?”
“Yeah,” he said.“I just don’t really get organized religion.”
“Does it bother you that I go?”she asked.
“Not at all.”
She nodded, and Harrison hadn’t realized this was something she’d noticed or needed to talk about.“Five o’clock tonight.Level three or four.”She smiled at him.“I’ll be ready.”
“Good,” he said.“Now kiss me, and then I have to go.I can’t be late for work.”
She laughed as she leaned toward him, and Harrison met her halfway to kiss her.She tasted like sugar and cinnamon, and that was downright sinful.He kissed her and kissed her, and the next thing he knew, she’d climbed right into his lap.
He felt like they were teenagers who simply couldn’t get enough of one another, and he finally came to his senses and said, “I should go.”
She opened her eyes, seemed to realize where she was, and scrambled back to the passenger seat.“Yeah.”She ran her hand through her hair, and Harrison jumped from the truck as she reached for the door handle.
He met her as she slid to the ground, and he took her effortlessly into his arms.“I’d kiss you like that every day,” he whispered.
“I’m so embarrassed.”She buried her head in his chest.“Sorry, Harrison.Really.”
“For what?”
“For climbing on your lap like a lovesick puppy.”She stepped back and ran both hands through her hair now.Her face flamed bright red.
“You think a man doesn’t want to know you want to kiss him?”He was partly teasing and partly not.
She looked up at him.“Kissing is one thing.”
Sex was another.Harrison nodded at the unspoken words.He swallowed.“Well, don’t be sorry.I like kissing you.”
She nodded and said, “I’ll be ready at five, okay?”
“Can’t wait.”He turned as she went past him and watched her enter the house.Part of him wanted to follow her and another part of him knew he wouldn’t be sleeping with her any time soon.Not only because of her religious beliefs, but because a woman like Cass had to be all the way in love with a man before she’d welcome him into her bedroom, and while she might like kissing him too, they still had a long way to go to be in love.
Harrison felt himself falling in that direction though, and he didn’t fight against it at all.His relationship with Cass might be new, but that also meant it was exciting and invigorating, and he needed all of that in his life right now.
He neededherin his life right now, and he did thank the Lord above that he’d found her.Now, he just had to figure out how to keep her.
Harrison was running late,but if he hadn’t hit every red light between work and home, he’d have made it to Cass’s right on time.Instead, he pulled in five minutes late, after texting her to stay in the house until he rang the doorbell.He didn’t want to find her sitting on her steps, waiting for him again.
He didn’t want her walking down to his place.He didn’t want to meet her somewhere.
He jumped from the truck for the second time that day, adjusted his tie, and ran up the steps to her big, wide, front door.He wanted to pick her up Southern-gentleman style, with flowers and fresh cologne on.He wanted to be wowed by her as she answered the door or came walking out of the kitchen after Lauren had let him in.
He couldn’t wait to see what she wore tonight, but he forced himself to take an extra breath before he reached for the doorbell.He’d not had time for the flowers, but at least he’d spritzed on the cologne.
The doorbell gonged through the house, loud enough for him to hear outside.He couldn’t tug on his shirtsleeves, because they were short, and he settled for pulling at his tie one more time.Then he let his hands fall to his sides as he heard someone approaching on the other side of the door.
