Love After Dark (19 page)

“Are you scared of the dark, Slim?”

“You’ll never get me to admit that.” Opening the door to get out, he discovered he quite enjoyed the sound of her laughter. With her hair up in a ponytail and her face devoid of makeup, she was refreshingly pretty. Slim appreciated women who didn’t feel the need to fall into a vat of makeup. He’d always preferred the natural look, which he’d liked about Erin the first time he met her. At the time, he’d meant to ask Alex about her, but he’d never gotten around to it. He was glad to have been given a second chance to get to know her.

Slim opened the passenger door. “How about a lift inside?”

“I think I can walk.”

“You probably shouldn’t put any weight on it until you’re sure it’s not broken. You don’t want to make a bad situation worse.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“It’s certainly no hardship for me to give you a lift,” he said with a smile and a wink that brought a flush of color to her cheeks. Oh, he liked that. He liked it a lot. “Shall we?”

“Sure, thanks.”

He slid his arms under her legs and behind her shoulders, lifting her effortlessly from the cab.

Her arms came around his shoulders. “This is mortifying.”

“How come?”

“You barely know me and you’re carrying me around.”

“I’m helping a damsel in distress and hoping that maybe she’ll reward me for my troubles by letting me take her to dinner when she’s feeling better.”

“Is ‘she’ in this damsel-in-distress scenario of yours supposed to be me?”

“Pretty
and
smart. That’s a very attractive combination. So what do you say? Will you thank me for carrying you around by having dinner with me sometime soon?”

“I’ll have to see how you manage the spiral staircase before I decide anything. I mean, if my head is bouncing off the wall or my injured ankle smacks against the railing, you won’t seem quite so heroic to me.”

“Oh wow, you have so little faith. I’ll have you know that I’m an expert at carrying damsels in distress.”

“Where did you get all this expertise?”

Slim started up the winding staircase and discovered it was rather narrow. He was careful to navigate the twisting turns so no part of her smacked anything. “I come from a long line of circus performers. We’re known for our agility and ability to transport damsels of all kinds, whether they’re in distress or not.”

She shook with laughter. “Circus performers, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Wow, this is so cool,” he said when they arrived in a combined kitchen and living room, which was circular and had a three-hundred-sixty-degree view of the island. He set her carefully on the sofa. “Where do you keep your first aid kit?”

“Under the sink.”

He went to retrieve it and grabbed a bag of frozen corn from the freezer.

“What’s that for?” she asked about the corn.

“It makes for an excellent ice pack.” Slim untied her running shoe and removed it and then the ankle-high sock, revealing her injured ankle, which was even more swollen and purple than it had been a few minutes ago. “Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.”

“It does. I feel so stupid. I went to the movies and figured I’d have plenty of time to get home before it got dark, but the projector was acting up, so the movie started half an hour late and then the movie ran long. It was dumb to be out there by myself in the dark.”

He opened the first aid kit, found an Ace bandage and began wrapping it around her ankle.
 

“I can do that,” she said. “You were on your way somewhere.”

“I was on my way home. It’s no problem.”

“You seem to know what you’re doing. Did you learn that in the circus, too?”

“Nope,” he said with a laugh. “That’s EMT training from a previous lifetime.”

“You’ve had a lot of lifetimes.”

“Indeed I have.” He finished wrapping her ankle and then placed the bag of corn on top of it. “Painkillers?”

“In the cabinet by the sink.”

He went to get them and returned with a glass of water and two pills. “Now, what’re we going to do about the bathroom?”

Her brown eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t see one on this level, so what’re you going to do when you gotta go?”

“Um, I suppose I’ll hobble to the stairs and get myself up there.”

“I’ll stay.” He plopped into the chair next to the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“Wait a minute…”

“What’s the problem? You need help. I’ve got nowhere to be. Seems like a perfect solution to me.”

“Are you always so…” She rolled her hand, giving him the opportunity to fill in the blank.

Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Pushy?”

“Yes. That’s a good word for it.”

“I can be when the situation warrants it. It’s rather simple, in my opinion. You’re injured and in pain and can’t do anything about it until the clinic opens in the morning. You’ve got a wicked set of winding stairs between you and the bathroom. We hardly know each other, so naturally you’re going to want to be rid of me as soon as possible. You’re a nice girl, so you’d never ask me to stay even though you know you need my help.” He shrugged. “By being
pushy
, I save us both a lot of time that we could spend on more important topics, such as whether or not you’re going to have dinner with me.”
 

She stared at him, seemingly flabbergasted.
 

“It’s a rather simple question that requires a rather simple answer. Dinner. Yes or no?”

“What suddenly made you decide you want to have dinner with me? Were you bored on the way home and I was the first woman you encountered along the way?”

“A, it’s not ‘suddenly.’ And B, I haven’t been bored in longer than I can remember. Too busy to be bored.”

She eyed him shrewdly, which was a major turn-on. He loved a woman who was not only gorgeous but intelligent and funny and challenging, too. “Going back to answer A, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“After Alex introduced us, I wanted to get to know you better, but things have been crazy, and I haven’t had a chance to pursue it further. So imagine my surprise—and pleasure—when I encounter you on a dark road and you’re in need of my assistance.”

“So you’re pleased I sprained my ankle?”

“Not at all. That’s a huge bummer. But I’m glad it was me who found you out there and that I was able to kill two birds with one stone. And before you can give me that look again, I’ll say that bird one was getting you home safely and bird two is having the chance to ask you out.”

“You’re smooth. I’ll give you that.”

He sent her his most rakish smile. “Why, thank you, honey.”

She rolled her eyes.
 

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take you up in my plane.”

“Does that line work for you?”

“Almost all the time.”

“You’re probably long overdue for someone to make you work for it.”

“I’m your faithful servant. Work me over.”

“Oh my God, you’re too much.” She sounded annoyed, but her eyes sparkled with delight that told him she was enjoying this conversation every bit as much as he was.

“You got any booze around here?”

“There’s beer in the fridge and whisky over the stove.”

“Oh, my two favorites. How about a shot of whisky to take the edge off the pain?”

“That actually sounds good.”

“Coming right up.” He went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of whisky for her and a beer for himself. “Here’s to new friends and damsels in distress.”

She touched her glass to his bottle. “To new friends.”

Chapter 13

Paul dressed in khaki pants, a light-blue dress shirt, a striped tie and the navy-blue blazer he hadn’t worn since his dad’s funeral. Inside one of the pockets, he found a mass card from the funeral, with a photo of George Martinez’s smiling face and the Bible verse they’d chosen from St. Timothy: “
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”

He stared at the photo for a long moment, seeing himself and Alex in his father’s face. It was no surprise to either of them that their mother mistook them for him so frequently. They both looked like he had as a young man.
 

“I hope you’d understand, Dad,” he said, speaking to the photo on the laminated card. “I really care about Hope and Ethan. I’d never want to do anything to disappoint you, but I can’t seem to help the way I feel about her.”

Sighing, he returned the photo to the pocket where he’d found it, taking comfort in knowing it was there. On a whim, he put on a little cologne while reminding himself that a funeral didn’t count as a date, even if he’d be going with Hope. As much as he dreaded what promised to be a terribly sad event, he was glad to lend his support to her.

He went out to the kitchen, where he found her supervising breakfast for Ethan and Marion. The sight of her in a formfitting black dress that wrapped at her waist with a small elegant bow on her hip made his mouth go dry. Her hair fell in soft waves around her pretty face, and all he could think about was kissing her last night. Before his body could react predictably, he forced those thoughts from his mind so he could focus on whatever she needed today.
 

“Morning, everyone,” Paul said, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek.
 

“Morning, honey,” Marion said. “You look very handsome.”

Paul took note of the unusually sharp look in his mother’s eyes and experienced a pang of longing for the loving mother she used to be.

“You look funny,” Ethan said with a goofy smile for Paul.

“He looks
nice
,” Hope told her son. “Go brush your teeth. Time to go.”

“I wanna go with you guys,” Ethan said.

“Nice try, but you’re going to school. Move it, mister.”

Ethan clomped off to the cabin to brush his teeth.

“Get your backpack, too,” Hope called after him. When she came around the counter into the kitchen, he got the full view of what three-inch heels did for her sexy legs.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Same to you.”

They shared a small, intimate smile that let him know nothing had changed overnight. Relief flooded through him at that realization.
 

“How about I walk Ethan to the bus today?” he offered.

“I wouldn’t say no to that. These shoes are far more about style than they are about function.”

He took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m digging your style.”
 

As her face heated with an appealing blush, she gazed into his eyes.
 

Paul had to remind himself that he was not allowed to kiss her right there in the kitchen with his mother at the table and her son coming back any second. But, damn, he wanted to.

The moment was lost when Ethan came barreling through the door, the screen slamming behind him.

Paul released her hand and turned his attention to Ethan. “Ready to go?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Paul is going to walk you to the bus today, E.”

“Okay.”

“Come give me a kiss.”

Ethan’s face wrinkled with displeasure.

“Give your mom a kiss,” Paul said.

He did as he was told while Paul picked up the backpack from where Ethan had dropped it on the floor.

Ethan went over to Marion and kissed her cheek. “Bye, Mrs. Marion.”

“Have a good day at school, honey,” Marion said.

Paul marveled at his mother’s lucidity whenever the little boy was around. He followed Ethan out the front door and down the driveway. They went past the retail store on their way up to the main road where the bus would pick him up.

“Can we check the pumpkins later?” Ethan asked.

“Sure.”

“Do you like my mom?”

Paul felt like he’d been hit in the gut by a full-grown pumpkin. “Um, well, yeah. I do. Is that okay?”