movie star.
Cole responded with a chuckle and then asked, “ W ho else?" When Kit refus ed to answer, he released her chin and began to gently massage the side of her face as he moved his face to just an inch from hers. She could feel his breath as it caressed her skin.
" Honey, I think he has a wife. And I don’t see you as the type to break up a marriage , " Cole whispered, and then lightly kissed Kit across her brow. His touch sent butterflies fluttering restlessly in her stomach.
"Kit, when we feel intense sexual attraction for someone, why deny it? Especially when it's mutual . The chemistry is here. I won't give up until I've had you. I promise you'll enjoy it. "
"Are you telling me that you plan to badger me?" Kit jerked away from Cole.
" N o, but I will keep reminding you. Why put off the inevitable?"
"And if I was to agree to go to bed with you, then what?" Kit asked hesitantly.
It wasn't as if she was seriously considering his proposition. She simply wanted his intentions clearly defined.
"Then, both of our curiosities will be satisfied, while undoubtabl y experiencing a terrific night of sex."
"Then that will be the end of it?" Kit asked tersely. Her stomach began to feel queasy.
"I've never led you to believe it would be anything but that. I don't have any desire to start a relationship with anyone." Cole spoke with calm, as if his words made complete sense.
"So what you're proposing is a one night stand?" Kit struggled to keep her voice from trembling.
"I don't like that term, Kit. I think of our ultimate night together as a completion to what we began on the dance floor of After Sundown."
"And you don't think th at after a night of intimacy,” Kit fairly choked on the words "That it will be uncomfortable for us when I'm watching Megan. Or would I still be watching your daughter?" She said the last sentence angrily.
"Of cours e, you'd still watch Megan. One thing doesn’t have anything to do with the other. We're both adults." Kit was sorely tempted to kick Cole in his groin . Instead , she forced herself to remain calm.
"Well, Cole, your proposition is most interesting. But if you don't mind, I really need to get home. I seem to have a frightful headache."
Chapter Nine
"Who the hell are you?" Cole asked angrily.
Broken glass was everywhere. Splint ered shards of shattered window pane covered the living room couch and carpet. Kit's front door was ajar when Cole entered her house without knocking. He was startled to find a tall, blond, sweaty man standing by the far wall in the living room. When Cole bellowed his demand , the stranger abruptly turned and faced him. The stranger wore tattered and faded denims and a sweat stained T-shirt. Instead of answering, the man used his forearm to swipe the heavy perspiration from his brow.
"And what the hell happened here?" Cole demanded, his eyes continued to survey the carnage.
"Who are you?" The blond man asked, his breathing ragged from exertion.
"What happened to the window?" Neither man answered the other's question. The large picture window at the rea r of the living room was obviously broken. But how? Cole wondered if he'd stumbled on an intruder. Where was Kit? Where were his daughter and Sarah? Was this man dangerous?
"It was a tree , " t he blond man suddenly answered, then leaned down and picked up a leafy twig that was on the floor, out of Cole's sight. Picking up the foliage, he held it up for Cole's inspection.
"Crashed right through the window this morning . I told Kitty that tree was going to be a problem in a high wind. Kitty never listens to me." Brandon flicked the leafy branch onto the couch, dusted his palms on his pant s leg and straightened up to face Cole.
"My god, was anyone hurt?" Cole walked around the room and continued to survey the damage. The offending tree had been removed, but leaves and glass littered the floor.
"No, it happened this morning while Kit was taking Sarah to school . Are you Cole