to think about.”
He grinned. It was a step and that was all that
mattered. “Do you believe that I want to be with you?”
Abigail pressed her wine glass to her lips, but her
dark eyes were locked on his. She set the glass down and then wiped her red
lips with the napkin. “We need to take things slow.”
“I can handle slow.”
“As much as I want to stay here in New York—and
believe me, I do—I think for now Hailey and I will return to our other home.
But will visit often.”
Josh didn’t want that. It was hard for him to accept
this answer. He was used to being in control, but when it came to Abigail, that
control went out the window. She called almost all the shots.
He softly said, “I don’t want you to leave though.”
He reached across the table and she met him halfway, taking his hand.
“Apparently I haven’t proved to you yet that I want you.”
“Josh, you have. But you have to understand that
mine and Hailey’s life is somewhere else. We can’t just drop everything and
live here with you.”
“Why not?” His tone was almost demanding. “Why can’t
you just give this a real shot?”
“I am. But you’ve only been back in my life a short
time. How can you expect me to pick up my entire life and move in with you?”
“I’m just asking you to take a chance on us.”
“Me taking a chance is one thing, but I have to
think about Hailey too.”
He groaned and shook his head. She was right—again.
Abigail had a way of doing that. “I don’t want to argue this evening. I have
special plans for us tonight.”
“I don’t want to fight either.” She squeezed his
hand that she still held. “I like you, a lot.”
She wasn’t ready to hear how he felt about her.
She’d run for sure. “I don’t want to discuss when you and Hailey plan to leave
at the moment, but I would like to know when you think we should tell her about
me.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Perfect.” He inhaled deeply. Tomorrow Hailey would
learn he was her father. Would she be happy? Upset? What kind of questions
would she have? He looked at Abigail and knew that she had most likely already
had the conversation in her head and had the answers. He’d follow her lead and
together they would get it right.
* * * *
Climbing out of the limo, Abigail hated that the
evening came to to an end. After dinner, Josh had taken her to a show. He’d
held her hand and even stolen a kiss or two. On the way home it had taken every
ounce of her control not to ravish him. She wasn’t sure if the wine from dinner
was having the effect on her or if her desire for him was getting so strong
that she couldn’t hold off any longer.
Inside the house, Abigail stopped at the bottom of
the steps and looked back at Josh. He stood there, his jacket draped over one
shoulder. She licked her lips and wondered if he was having as hard a time as
she was.
“What are your plans?” she asked.
“I’m not sure.”
She walked toward him, her heels echoing on the tile
floor. As she stood before him, he raised a hand up to stop her.
“Only do this if you’re sure.”
Abigail nodded. “You’re right.” She stared into his
eyes. Every ounce of her told her not to hold back. Reaching out, she gripped
his shirt in her hands. “I’m sure.”
It was all either of them needed. Their lips
connected in an instant. She was glad his arms were around her or she would’ve
fallen from the force of the kiss alone. One leg lifted and his hand gripped
her inner thigh, holding it up. His erection pressed into her center and she
was eager to get hers and his clothes off.
Breaking away from his kiss, she said, “We should
take this upstairs.”
Letting go of her leg, he chuckled. “You’re right.
The sooner I have you naked in bed, the sooner I can taste and explore.”
A shiver went down her spine. “What are we waiting
for?”
As they ascended the stairs, Abigail took a moment
to make sure this was what she wanted. The man behind her was strong,
Don Pendleton, Dick Stivers