“Young love,” Saintcrow muttered.
“Do you remember what it was like?” Kadie asked, snuggling closer to him.
“I was never young,” he said dryly. “I just hope she doesn’t break his heart.”
~ * ~
Bryn groaned as the sound of someone knocking on her door roused her from a deep sleep. A glance at the clock showed it was almost eleven. Who would be calling at this time of the night? Suddenly, she was wide awake. Maybe the building was on fire, though she didn’t smell smoke or hear any fire alarms. Scrambling out of bed, she hurried into the living room. She was about to throw open the door when caution stepped in. Pausing, she called, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me. Conor.”
Conor! She quickly ran her fingers through her hair before she opened the door. “Do you know what time it is? Is something wrong?”
“I needed like hell to see you again, and...” He shrugged. “I didn’t think about the time.”
“Oh. Well, as long as you’re here, you might as well come in.”
“Thanks.”
He followed her into the living room, sat when she gestured at the sofa.
Smothering a yawn, Bryn pulled her robe closer around her, then sat at the other end of the couch. “So, what’s going on?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. The truth is, I haven’t been able to think about anything else but you. I guess I came here to find out how you feel about me.”
It pleased her to know he’d been thinking about her. Heaven knew she’d spent hours and hours thinking about him. Even now, she was drawn toward him. He looked remarkably handsome in a pair of black jeans, a black tee shirt, and boots.Black was definitely his color, she thought. His eyes, a midnight blue, looked darker than she remembered.
“Bryn?”
“I like you a lot, Conor, but...” She shook her head. “I don’t think I want to pursue a long-distance relationship.”
“It’s not a problem,” he said.
“No? I can’t afford to fly to Wyoming on the weekends. Even if I could, it would surely get old after a few months.”
“I don’t have a problem coming here,” he said. “I can, ah, fly as often as I like.”
“Oh? Do you have a plane?”
“No, but my old man does, so it doesn’t cost me anything to travel.”
“Must be nice.”
“So, what do you think? Pretend I live here. If things get really serious, I can take some time off work and rent a place here. Come on, Byrn, give us a chance.”
How could she resist the pleading look in his beautiful dark eyes, the hope in his voice? “All right. We’ll try it for six month and see how it goes.”
When he reached for her hand, she scooted closer to him, her whole body aching for his touch as he drew her into his embrace. Her eyelids fluttered down as his mouth covered hers in a long, slow kiss. Desire shot through her when his tongue tangled with hers. As a teenager, she had come close to going all the way once or twice but always something had stopped her. She wasn’t sure what. Perhaps the old adage, why buy the cow when the milk is free, had stopped her. Or maybe her mother’s admonition that her virginity could only be given away once, so she shouldn’t do it lightly. That hadn’t kept her from kissing and caressing, but none of the boys – or the men – she had dated came close to the way Conor made her feel.
“It’s late,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “I should let you get back to bed.”
She nodded. She had to be up early for work.
“Okay if I come back tomorrow night, say around seven? Maybe we could take in a movie or just watch some TV.”
She nodded again, her eyelids fluttering down as he kissed her one more time. She slammed the door on the little voice that urged her to run her hands over his broad shoulders, to tug his body down on the sofa, to ask him to spend the night
“Until tomorrow,” he said, his voice husky.