Making It Last - A Novella (Camelot Series) by Knox Ruthie

Author:Knox, Ruthie [Knox, Ruthie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780345549297
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2013-07-14T12:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

She awoke to the room fully lit, a breeze blowing the curtains and cooling the backs of her thighs.

Tony’s clothes lay in a pile on the bamboo floor, and she could hear the shower going.

Amber felt sleep-heavy and relaxed, face in the pillow.

Until the phone rang.

Tony’s phone. He was old enough to not approve of ringtones, so he used the ring that sounded most like a telephone. Tinny and sharp.

She hated that ring.

He’d had a carry-on bag last night that he’d left by the door, but the ringing wasn’t coming from the muffled depths of it. She rolled over and confirmed what her ears told her—the phone sat on the bedside table. He must have retrieved it this morning while she slept. Sat up against the headboard beside her naked, prone body and checked his email. His voice mail.

The ringing cut off, but it was in the room now. A third party that she’d never invited to join them.

The water stopped in the other room. She listened to Tony bumping around in there. The sink running, then silent.

His feet padding over the floor. A zipper.

He came to the bed in a towel, his hair wet, and sat down on the edge of the mattress, dropping a small pile of clothes on top of the sheet by her feet.

His smile was easy.

He’d slept well. He felt good.

Amber tried to ignore the resentment that washed over her, the crowded feeling that whispered, I was supposed to get three days off from that phone.

Because now that she’d heard it, she knew she’d hear it again. Knew she’d catch him sneaking glances at it all day, and if she so much as raised an eyebrow?

It could be work. It could be the kids. Patrick.

It could be important.

She didn’t care.

She tried to breathe away the unpleasantness. To feel the way his eyes looked—focused on her. Steady. Happy. But the phone had flung her into a headspace that she’d been desperate to escape, and now she couldn’t help but remember what her life felt like. She couldn’t help but recall that she was a mother, a wife, a fixer of problems and packer of lunches, a chauffeur and tear-wiper, a floor cleaner and toilet-paper purchaser.

She was all those things, and Tony was Tony, and nothing would change because they’d had good sex.

Great sex.

Still.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” He touched her bare shoulder with one fingertip, drawing a line over it and down to her collarbone. Pausing at the dip of her neck.

“Morning.” She cleared her throat. He lifted his feet off the floor and twisted around so that he was lying on his back, hands tucked behind his head. Gazing at her.

The towel rode low on his hips, and she told herself to be tempted. To unknot it.

The breeze caressed her bare shoulders. Tony was warm and damp beside her, his gaze as heavy as a hand stroking down her spine. Focused on her. On them.

She told herself to kiss him and not to think about what came after.

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