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“Both?” She grinned at him.
“We can share.” Linc handed her the raspberry, fairly confident she wouldn’t want all of that one. He’d noticed she loved chocolate in her ice cream. He’d noticed a lot about this woman.
Her pleased hum rushed through him like a live wire. God, he loved making Emma happy. When she would give him a small smile that was strictly for him, no one else. His possessiveness refused to think of her giving it to another.
She sat on a bench and her contented sigh soothed the neanderthal within who wanted nothing more than to haul her over his shoulder and carry her off to his cave. Claim her. Possess her.
Linc perched beside her, brushing her shoulder with his own. A few moments of quiet passed between them as they each ate their ice cream and watched San Antonio’s nightlife move around them. Even so, he never allowed himself to not be aware of the woman next to him, so when she shifted and moved the ice cream closer to him, he swapped their cones.
Holding her gaze, he turned the Mexican raspberry cone to where she’d been eating and deliberately dragged his tongue along the same place. The stunning blue of her eyes grew molten before she turned away and stared out over the river.
“Thoughts on where you want to go next?” He bumped her shoulder again.
“Nope. I’ve never been here before so I’m good with going anywhere.”
Hotel? Bed? Shower?
It wasn’t easy keeping those thoughts to himself.
“How about this.” He ate a bit more ice cream. “We get a ride to The Alamo, take that tour, then head back and walk until we find a place for dinner.”
Emma didn’t answer him and he glanced at her, moaning and shifting on the bench when he saw her. Eyes closed, hands around the cone as she enjoyed the treat he’d given her.
“Emma?” His voice rasped.
“Linc.”
Oh shit, he was going to embarrass himself if she continued to say his name in such a way.
He cleared his throat and she opened her eyes, blush tinging her cheeks. “This is really good,” she muttered.
Finishing his ice cream, he wiped his hands as he waited for her to complete her porn-worthy soundtrack. Not so subtly, he adjusted the erection in his jeans, anything to get a bit of relief.
“I’m ready.” She wiped the corners of her mouth and damn if his mind didn’t detour down a different road at the motion.
Linc drew out his phone and figured out where they needed to go in order to catch a ride to the Alamo, he didn’t want to use their personal driver as it would take away from the experience. As they rode the bus through the city, she kept her face to the glass and he didn’t mind too much that she wasn’t speaking to him. He enjoyed watching her have fun.
Her eyes never stopped moving as they took a tour of the Alamo. She took photos and purchased two things for Greer. Linc took the bag from her to carry. He’d been to The Alamo plenty of times but this was the first time he’d had such a great time, seeing it through her eyes.
“We should bring Greer here sometime. I think she’d enjoy it.”
Emma smiled up at him. “I know she would.” The joy in her eyes filled him with warmth.
It hit him. This, right here, was a discussion of a future with her and her child. One he was fine with. He would have loved to have Greer with them, the young girl was always making him smile and hell, Emma wasn’t the only one who missed her.
It had been nice to be in some shade from the strong sunlight. When his stomach growled, he walked up to her as she looked over what used to be the stock pen. Linc slid his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“How are you doing?”
“Hungry,” she admitted. “This is a lot of walking and it’s a fair sight warmer than in Rock Falls.”
“Let’s get a drink and go wait for one of the buses to take us back to the River Walk. Then we can decide where to eat.” He turned her into his chest so they were eye to eye. “Unless you’d like to go to the hotel for room service?”
She lowered her eyelids and hope thumped in his chest. Her laugh was sad.
“Come on.”
They got lemonades and waited with other tourists for the next bus to leave. She sat beside him, her fingers clutching the paper cup holding her drink. The closer they got to the River Walk the more nervous she became.
Linc didn’t mention it as they walked the Mercado in Historic Market Square. Nor while they ate a nice dinner at Mad Dogs British Pub. She was quiet as they ambled along the river.
