Midnight Faith by Gena Dalton

Author:Gena Dalton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Clint was thinking about Christmas as he drove his pickup out of the circle drive in the dark early the next morning. Ironic facts—Christmas was here and he wanted it to go away, Christmas was gone and he wanted…

What he really wanted, he had to admit, was to see Cait. To talk to Cait.

To kiss Cait.

He’d been wanting that as a thirsty man wanted water ever since he’d come so close. He’d been dreaming about it all night.

Truth to tell, he’d been dreaming about it since he woke up, too.

That was why he was thinking about Christmas right now. He was remembering how she’d looked that night in silk and velvet.

Even more dangerous, though, he was remembering how she’d looked at him when he’d left her at the barn with her six kids having departed. And worse than that was the way he’d felt, walking down the hill, whistling.

Like a kid, for heaven’s sake, a kid caught up in the excitement of the challenge, the thrill of the game. He’d had no one to play with until Cait came. He’d felt like a teenager himself, buoyed by the twinkle in her eyes and the understanding, that mysterious understanding that kept leaping to life between them. She was going to add that new girl to the rest of her brood and she knew that he knew it. She’d told him that with one bright, teasing look and he’d taken the challenge to see what fun there was to come.

He had to stop this. It would be a huge mess if he started something with Cait.

He set his jaw. She was only twenty years old, for heaven’s sake, and, God help him, she was his own brother’s wife.

God, help me. Please.

That was the first prayer he’d said, even silently, since Jackson’s wreck. He hadn’t been too friendly with God lately, what with the huge load of grief and frustration he was carrying, but surely God would help him with this one thing.

Bobbie Ann might’ve been right. Maybe he should make a trip to the chapel. Just as soon as he had the time.

Just as soon as he had the nerve to go and get on his knees over something that he should be able to handle for himself.

Starting now, starting this minute, he was going to stay away from Cait, and when he couldn’t avoid her, he would treat her like a friend. An acquaintance.

Why, he never knew what her reaction might be to anything he said. He was not going to lose control of his senses over a young woman who was always making fun of him with her quick remarks, who, with no warning at all, could turn hot or cold, flip or serious—or inexplicably trusting.

That had amazed him when she’d told him those bits about her past.

Which had set him to imagining what Christmas must have been like for her when she was thirteen and living in somebody’s barn. He clamped his mind shut on that image.

He would

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