Love in Hiding by Diane Holiday

Author:Diane Holiday [Holiday, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: City Owl Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Bruce mentally slapped himself. He’d invited Sarah out to have fun. Instead, they were tripping down a sad memory lane, talking about his lack of family and the fact that she couldn’t perform anymore. He slid closer and put an arm around her.

“You’ll dance again. I promise.” He squeezed her shoulder, and she leaned into him.

Stroking her hair, he kissed the top of her head. She raised her face to look up at him. Her soft breast pressing against his ribs stirred something low and primal. He shifted and lowered his mouth. “I didn’t get to finish this.”

“What?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he grazed his lips across hers and scooped her onto his lap. Maybe not the most strategic move, considering his condition.

“Oh.” The corners of her mouth turned up.

With the lightest touch, he kissed each side. A tiny sigh slipped from her, and he rubbed a hand down her back.

His growing erection pressed against her outer thigh. She blushed. God, she was beautiful. Ever since their first kiss, he’d craved touching her. He’d forgotten what it was like to allow himself to feel. The world dropped away whenever he held her.

Her breathing turned shallow, and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of her. His cock throbbed under the pressure of her weight, and he stifled the urge to rock her against it.

He slanted his mouth across hers. Her soft lips moved under his. When she darted her tongue against his teeth, heat blazed through his body. He gripped her tighter and worked his tongue into her mouth, exploring her sweetness.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

He pulled away. Damn distractions.

Next date was going to be someplace private. He scoped the area. His gaze settled on a tall oak across from the stream.

He stilled.

Sarah looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Bruce stared at the heart he’d carved in the tree years ago after he and Emily had picnicked under the oak. It glared at him from across the narrow stream as he held Sarah in his now-stiff arms.

She pushed off his lap and twisted to follow his gaze. “I don’t see anyone.”

He was hiking the same trail he had with Emily. They’d sat together on these rocks as well as the ones under the oak. He’d told Emily at her grave no one could replace her, and here he was, trying to do exactly that. He brought a hand to his forehead.

“Bruce? What’s wrong?” Sarah squatted next to him.

Too many things. Her scent, her warmth, the way she melted into his arms. The strong longing he had to pull her close and let her in warred with his guilt.

Sarah’s packed duffel bag flashed in his mind.

She was unpredictable and too independent to rely on him. If threatened, she’d run. And she’d take his heart with her. Or what was left of it. He couldn’t afford the risk. And if she didn’t run, she’d be stuck with someone who couldn’t commit and was haunted by a ghost.

“I think it’s time to get going.” He stood, tossed the trash into the backpack, and stuffed his arms through the shoulder straps.

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