The Widow's Bachelor Bargain. Teresa Southwick
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in love?” April wanted to know.
“I don’t believe in it. Simple, uncomplicated and fun. That’s all I’m looking for.”
“You’re honest. That’s pretty cute.” Delanie looked impressed. “But I think you should have that sentiment stitched on a sampler and mounted on the wall of your office.”
“Great idea. I’ll get my assistant right on that.”
“Not if you want her to continue being your assistant,” Maggie said.
“You’re probably right. Next question.”
“Can we talk you into building a movie theater in Blackwater Lake? Maybe a multiplex?”
“Why?”
“Someplace to go if we had a date,” Delanie said.
“If?” He looked at each of them in turn, but his gaze settled on Maggie. “Now that I think about it, why are three beautiful ladies such as yourselves not on a date right now?”
“Who says we want to date?” Maggie answered, thinking about what he’d said to her, about her not wanting to be happy. “We are successful businesswomen—fulfilled and content without a man.”
“Is it just me,” he said to April and Delanie, “or does she sound defensive?”
Why was he going there? Maggie thought. The last time they’d talked, he’d agreed that she wasn’t his type. So why was he zeroing in on her? She didn’t for a second buy his story about using tabloid interviews referencing him being a confirmed bachelor as a cover to look for someone like her. And then it dawned on her that he was flirting. It took a while to recognize the behavior because no one had flirted with her in a very long time.
“Not defensive.” She smiled at him and crossed one leg over the other. The movement brought their thighs into contact and she saw his eyes darken for a second. “Just telling it like it is.”
“So that’s what you say to all the guys?”
“No,” she said. “Just the ones who sell newspapers because of their escapades with women.”
The zinger made him grin and she felt that look all the way to her toes. She smiled back at him and realized she’d forgotten how much fun flirting could be.
* * *
When Sloan got back to the house after leaving the bar, he poured himself a scotch from the bottle his assistant had requested for his room and took the tumbler outside. It was a beautiful March night—cool, crisp, clear. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more spectacular sky full of stars.
A little while ago he’d heard Maggie come home with Danielle. The open master-bedroom window backed up to the patio where he was sitting and the sounds of giggling and splashing drifted to him. It was bath time and all indications pointed to the fact that the girls were having a blast.
For some reason it made him feel lonely, again on the outside looking in. Especially after hanging out with Maggie at Bar None. She’d actually flirted with him and rubbed her leg against his, mostly, he suspected, because she was aware that he’d been deliberately doing that to her. He grinned at the memory even as his body grew hard with need. The attraction was unexpected and inconvenient, and he should have known better than to start something he had no intention of finishing. He’d been playing with fire and the burning inside him now was his punishment.
The voices inside the house became more subdued and then the light went off. Moonlight was now the only light source in the rear yard. He was almost sure Maggie was singing to her daughter, and then all was quiet. Moments later, he heard the microwave go on in the kitchen. The outside door opened and Maggie stepped onto the patio.
Sloan was pretty sure she didn’t see him, because she stood still, looking at the sky and taking deep, cleansing breaths. He figured it would be best to warn her she wasn’t alone.
“Maggie—”
“Dear God—” She jumped and let out a screech, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“I thought you’d be upstairs.”
“No. I wanted some air,” he explained.
“Me, too.” She blew out a long breath then met his gaze.
She was close enough that he could reach out and touch her. He really wanted to, which meant it probably wasn’t a very good idea.
“It’s a beautiful night,” he said.
“I don’t want to intrude. And I didn’t have dinner. I just put a plate in the microwave. You were here first.”
“Is there anything in the Potter House rules that says we can’t enjoy the fresh air together?”
“Of course not.” Moonlight revealed her mouth curving up in a smile.
“Danielle is settled for the night?”
“She is.”
“Then, you should take some time to enjoy the beauty of your own backyard.” He saw her catch her bottom lip between her teeth and need sliced through him, sharp and deep. “I’ll bet you don’t do it very much.”
“You’d win that bet.”
“Take a chance, Potter. Throw caution to the wind. Five minutes to fill up your soul.”
She sighed and he knew he’d won this round. There was a thickly padded chair at a right angle to his and she lowered herself into it.
“No guilt allowed.” In front of him her friends had teased her about feeling guilty for enjoying an evening away from her daughter. “Whatever you have to do inside will still be there when your spirit is renewed.”
“That’s for sure,” she agreed. “Somehow the B and B fairies never make it here to get breakfast ready or do laundry.”
“It’s just sad. You can’t get good fairy help these days.”
She laughed. “You’re very funny, Sloan.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“April and Delanie thought so, too.” She met his gaze. “They told me after you left.”
“So that’s why my ears were burning.”
“Oh, please. A man who spends as much time as you do with a vast number of women couldn’t possibly be surprised that we talked about you after you left.”
“I’m not at all surprised. Especially since your friends came right out and copped to the fact that you were discussing me before I got there.”
“You gotta love honest gossipmongers,” she pointed out.
“It was refreshing. And I liked your friends very much.”
“As I said, the feeling is mutual. You were exceptionally charming tonight, Holden.”
“I did my best.”
“Do you remember when you said we could ask you anything?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you may also recall that I never asked a question at all.”
He did. “I’m sensing that you would like to now. Am I right?”
“Yes. And I have several, if that’s okay.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“I promise it won’t hurt,” she said.
“Okay, then.” He set his empty tumbler on the outside coffee table. “What would you like to know?”
“Did you follow me to Bar None tonight?”
“That makes me sound like a stalker,” he hedged.