The Angel Paws Collection by Mimi Milan

Author:Mimi Milan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mimi Milan

Chapter 8

Rhett woke to pleasant thoughts of silky hair, soft skin, and soreness in all the right places. He smiled as he reminisced about the previous night. Everything had been perfect. She was perfect. If steamy nights like the one they had shared he previous evening were going to be part of their arrangement, then he might never let her go.

What would she think of that? Would it scare her off? Maybe not since she had been the one to make the first move. Then again, perhaps it was purely physical. From their brief discussion afterwards, it had been a while since either of them had been with anyone else. Suddenly stuck with him in a strange house – she could have just been looking for some comfort. Maybe she was just feeling lonely, and it was only wishful thinking that something more would result from their arrangement.

There was only one way to find out.

He debated on waking her and decided to go for it anyway. He was going to have to tell his parents about his marriage sooner or later – especially with Caitlin asleep on the living room couch. He needed to talk to them about her reckless behavior before she did something she regretted forever. He could bring Luciana with him and get it all over in one shot.

He reached out. “Lucy?”

His hand touched air and then fell onto the empty bed.

Where had she gone? Surely he hadn’t scared her off already. He pulled back the covers, prepared to search her out in case there were any misunderstandings to smooth over.

“Buenas.”

Rhett stilled, almost letting out a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. He smiled.

“Buenas? I don’t know what that means,” he admitted.

“It’s a shortened way of saying ‘good afternoon.’”

“Afternoon?”

She chuckled at his surprise. “Yes. It’s just now the noon hour.”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever slept that late before.”

She laughed again and it made him relax even more. “Well, it’s kind of understandable. I mean, we had a big day yesterday. We were drinking and dancing and… Well, you know everything.”

He nodded. Now was the time to broach the subject.

“Yes… everything.” He cleared his throat, preparing to address their evening together. “Speaking of which—”

“I already know.” She sat down beside him on the bed and placed something on his lap. He reached out and felt the contours of a wooden tray, not really wanting to ask what it was she thought she already knew. His hands moved to the plate in the center of the tray.

“Is that a sandwich?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m a Latina. We tend to apologize with food.”

“What do you have to apologize for?”

“For last night. I know what happened was wrong.”

A sinking feeling anchored in the pit of his stomach. He tried taking a bite of the sandwich, hoping it would relieve the sensation. He swallowed and then spoke. “You don’t need to apologize for that.”

“Yes, I do.” She reached out and took hold of his hand, giving it what she must have believed to be a reassuring squeeze.

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