Bring Me Home
spend in bed.
    For now, he had to push his impatience aside. With a smile at Casey, he asked, “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”
    Casey fiddled with her breakfast. “We plan to leave after the harvest.”
    He nodded, feeling somewhat guilty for not really paying attention. But he had to make some sort of conversation. “Where ya going?”
    â€œAruba, though I can’t imagine my husband in Bermuda shorts. His legs will blind the other tourists.” She squeaked. “I love being able to say that.”
    Shawn was lost.
    â€œMy husband,” she offered. “Now that I’m married.”
    â€œRight. Of course.” Shawn laughed halfheartedly and glanced at the hallway. “You sure she’s okay?”
    Casey sat back and gave him an assessing look. “She’s fine. Why don’t you go on up and wake her? I’m sure she’s dying to see you.”
    Dora-Lee turned from the stove. “Oh, Miya would be so surprised. She’ll probably screech at ya in that city-folk talk she’s been hurlin’ at everyone else, but if ya ain’t scared, I think it’d do her some good. A taste of the old days.”
    Shawn pushed back from the table. He didn’t need a second invitation, and he sure wasn’t about to tell them he and Miya had already had a taste of the old days. In a way he wanted again and again. Just the thought of their reconnection made his mouth water more than any pancake ever could.
    With a wink to Casey, he headed for the hallway. “I’ll do just that.”
    He took the steps two at a time, thankful that George and Casey’s new husband were out with the horses. He didn’t want anything to interrupt this opportunity.
    Shawn knew the way to her room by heart and he stopped outside her door. He’d woken her numerous mornings for school. Though her parents had trusted him to do nothing more than wake her, he’d usually brought her out of her sleep in a way that would have made her daddy reach for a shotgun. He licked his lips at the thought. Leaning his head against the door, he sent up a silent prayer that she wouldn’t toss him from the house when she woke.
    She’d run yesterday like the hounds of hell were at her heels. He wasn’t sure what had spooked her so badly, but he hoped he could make things right again and get her to open up a bit.
    â€œWhatcha doin’, sexy?”
    Shawn turned at the soft voice. Chloe stood across the hall. She leaned against the door to the guest bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest. Or rather, under her breasts. The stance pushed the firm mounds up against the thin lace of her nearly see-through negligee. There wasn’t an inch of her body left to his imagination, and he smiled. He didn’t know her, but he’d liked her immediately. “Wakin’ her up.”
    She pouted, a tiny frown to her perfect lips. Most women couldn’t pull off such an expression. Not so for Miya’s friend. It was drop-dead sexy on her. “I’m awake. Why don’t we see if we can find something to do until she gets up?”
    â€œMa’am, as tempting as you are…” Shawn shook his head, liking her more every second. “And I think you know how tempting a man would find you, I have to decline. You see, four years didn’t change the way I feel about your friend, and I don’t intend on letting her leave again.”
    For a moment, she stood there, unmoving. Then she smiled. A really wicked, beautiful smile. No wonder Nick hadn’t been able to shut his trap about the woman all night.
    â€œFrom her side,” she murmured, “I’d say you have a lot of explaining to do before that will happen.”
    Shawn was certain she could get anything she wanted with that sexy turn of her lips. But she was a smart one too. She had a solid grip on what he was up against. He’d handled that night four years ago badly. Miya

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