Holiday With Mr. Right by Carlotte Ashwood Read Free Book Online

he felt something tug in his heart. He’d woken up and missed her. The space beside him was empty so he had come to find her. He supposed he needed to get used to sleeping alone now, though God knew how he would manage that. He was so crazy about this woman and he was going to lose her in just two days. He had no idea what to do about it. He had tried to show her in every way possible that they belonged together and though he could see that she had feelings for him, she was still holding back. He fought down despair as he raked a hand through his hair. He knew in his heart that Angie was the woman he’d been waiting for. He’d never been in love before, so he wasn’t even sure if that was what he was feeling. All he knew was that he didn’t want to live without her, but he was fast running out of options. He suspected that her holding back had a lot to do with her late husband. She didn’t say anything, never spoke about him and that in itself spoke volumes.
    He went to her now and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed and leaned into him. He felt the simplicity of that gesture deep in his heart and knew that whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, Angie Scot was also as crazy about him as he was about her. Now he just needed to let her see that they were irrevocably bound to each other. Placing a kiss on her head, he knew they needed to talk.
    “Can you make us some coffee?” he asked her.
    She turned to look at him with an inquiring glance but didn’t say anything. She just nodded and headed for the kitchen, flicking on lights as they went. In the kitchen, she turned on the air conditioning.
    After the coffee had brewed and she’d poured them each a cup, they sat at the breakfast bar, where it all began. Alex was having a hard time believing it was just a little over a week ago that they’d shared that bowl of Baskin Robbins ice cream. His life had changed so completely and he couldn’t even imagine what it was like before that day. It was almost as though Angie had always been a part of his life. He sat staring at the black coffee she set before him, for once at a loss for words.
    “Alex?” She nudged him gently with her knee.
    He turned to look at her and was caught up with how absolutely adorable she looked with her sleep tussled hair. She had a small smile on her lips, a secret smile she’d used only for him. He couldn’t bear to think that she would walk away in a few days’ time and would smile that same secret smile for another man somewhere down the line. The thought made him clench his hands instinctively and he spilled some of the coffee. Before he could react, she was there with a kitchen towel, wiping up the spill. She hadn’t needed to stand up because the kitchen towel had been sitting right there on the breakfast bar.
    “What is it?” she asked quietly.
    “Tell me about him,” Alex said abruptly. He didn’t know how else to introduce the subject.
    She stilled for a fraction of a second, then slowly raised the cup of coffee to her mouth. She took a sip then set it down in front of her. “Who?”
    She was stalling. Alex knew she was perfectly aware of whom he was asking about, but he decided to answer her anyway. He needed answers. “Tell me about your husband, Angie.”
    Angie had been expecting the question from the first day and when it came, she wasn’t particularly surprised. Her lack of surprise didn’t keep her from tensing though. This wasn’t a subject she wanted to talk about. Not at three in the morning, if the clock in the kitchen was telling the correct time. She knew she owed Alex an explanation. Maybe if she told him something about the man she’d married he would understand why she couldn’t afford to let things between them get beyond the physical. Oh, he hadn’t said anything about taking things further than what they had, but she was not a fool. She knew he was crazy about her. Ah well, if she had to talk about the poor excuse for a man she had been