The Bachelor Bid by Kate Denton

Author:Kate Denton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-06-04T00:00:00+00:00

Feeling pleased with the results of his job recruitment meeting with Glen, Wade, and Cy, Wyatt decided to go by Cara’s. He stopped by a florist on the way and bought a mammoth bouquet of flowers, hoping the peace offering might win back some lost brownie points.

When he rang the doorbell, she answered, a government textbook in hand. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to remember—” She stopped in midsentence. “You!”

“Expecting someone else?”

“Mark. He’s meeting with a study group. He forgot this.” She lay the book on a nearby table, then stepped onto the porch. Wyatt needed to understand he wasn’t welcome inside. In fact, she would do her best to get rid of him before Mark came back.

“These are for you.” Wyatt held out the flowers to her.

Cara hesitated a moment before accepting the bouquet. She wanted to turn him away, but couldn’t. Irrational though it was, Cara surrendered to a surge of pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had brought her flowers. “They’re lovely. Thank you. And now you’d better go. My brother’s not too high on you these days.”

“I suppose I deserve his disapproval... but what about us? Isn’t there some way to mend fences? Do we have to stay enemies forever?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure. I’ll think about it.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, if you’ll just go.” She looked past him to see if the approaching car was Mark’s. Thankfully it wasn’t.

“Anxious to be rid of me, aren’t you?”

“Frankly, yes. And I’ve already told you why. Mark’s not one to hold back his feelings and I’m not in the mood for any unpleasantness tonight.”

“All right, I’ll go. After you give me a goodnight kiss.”

“No way.”

He came a step closer. “Then I guess I’ll just hang around. Find out what old Mark’s up to these days.”

“Oh...here.” Cara leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Wyatt’s cheek. “Now go.”

“You call that a kiss?”

“You didn’t specify quality.”

“I didn’t know I needed to. Guess I gotta remind you what a real kiss is.” In the blink of an eye, Wyatt wrapped an arm around her waist and whipped her against him, crushing her flat against his chest. Cara expected a comical demonstration. Instead it was a show of passion—a hand cradling her head, another pressing her tight to him, Wyatt’s actions suggesting a hunger that ran much deeper than kisses. The stirrings she was experiencing told Cara how close her feelings paralleled his.

In what seemed too brief a time, Wyatt released her. It was so abrupt, she almost staggered backward.

“Now that’s a kiss,” he said. “See you.” He bounded down the porch steps and made his way to his car.

Two hours later, Cara was sprawled on the sofa having fallen asleep in the middle of a television program. When the phone rang, she groggily fumbled with the receiver and tried to get her bearings. Awakening from a dream about Wyatt, she automatically answered, “Why are you calling now?”

“Hello?” a confused male voice said. “May I speak with Cara Breedon?”

Not Wyatt at all.

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