Recipe for Magic by Kristen Painter

Author:Kristen Painter [Painter, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kristen Painter
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

In the time it took them to walk back to Meredith’s apartment, her bravado completely disappeared. Great. Now he’d think he was getting sex. Which he might. Eventually. But not now. It was too soon. Way too soon.

“Nice place.” Kelly tipped his head toward the drooping bouquet on her dining table. “Your roses look pretty shot.”

She shut the door and toed her sneakers off. “I know but it’s hard to throw them away.” Jittery about the possibility of what he expected, she brushed past and went into the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”

He set the basket down on the small bench by the door and toed off his sneakers. “Sure, what do you have?”

The fridge looked bare since Jason’s visit. “Not much. Bottled water, a can of Mountain Dew or I could make a pot of decaf.”

He walked over and took a seat on one of the bar stools. “You don’t strike me as the type to drink Mountain Dew.”

“I don’t but Jason does.”

“Water would be great.”

She handed him a bottle and their fingers touched. She pulled back as if stung. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You’re not comfortable with me being here, are you?”

Leaning against the counter, she blew out a breath. “It’s been a long time.” For everything.

“It’s okay. I understand, really.” He set the water down. “I should go.”

“No.” She pushed off the counter. “I like your company. I’m just not ready for...more than that right now.”

He stood up, walked around into the kitchen and pulled her to him with his hands on her hips. “Whatever you want. You set the pace. Okay?”

“I just thought because I invited you up here that you’d think that I, well, you know...that you’d expect...” She rubbed her forehead. For someone with so much education, she felt like a fool.

“Hey, I’m not a beast.” He laughed softly. “Well, I am but I can turn it on and off at will.”

She laughed, too. “I feel dumb.”

He squeezed her forearms, then her biceps and shook his head. “You feel fine to me.”

“Silly boy.” She slipped her arms around his waist and stared up into his mesmerizing eyes. “Thanks. For understanding.”

He bent down and kissed her. The gentle, restrained press of his mouth against hers calmed her nerves. This was a good man. The kind of man she’d always fallen in love with.

She broke the kiss. She would not being falling in love with this one.

Stepping back, he let her out of the embrace and grabbed his water. “Want to see if there’s a movie on?”

“Sure.” She got a bottle for herself and followed him to the couch.

As they sat, he picked up the remote and held it out to her. “Your house.”

She waved it away. “I trust you.”

Five minutes into old Steve Martin movie, Kelly glanced over to her end of the couch. “You’re awfully far away.”

She scooted a few inches closer.

He sniffed his underarm. “Do I smell or something?”

“No.” Laughing, she moved all the way over to sit beside him.

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