Think About Love by Vanessa Grant

Author:Vanessa Grant [Grant, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction, General, Family, Canada, Women's Fiction, Pacific Island, Motherhood, Seattle
ISBN: 9780821768358
Google: wBYkNZAEdyYC
Amazon: B008OPOATK
Publisher: Muse Creations Inc
Published: 2001-01-31T22:00:00+00:00

The dining room occupied the ocean side of the resort's central building, a few hundred feet along the path from their cabin. Cal walked beside her, not touching, somehow making her more aware than if he had put his hand on her shoulder or her waist.

When she stepped on an uneven piece of ground and stumbled into him, he caught her arm and she gasped.

"All right?" he asked, releasing her abruptly.

"Yes. I just tripped."

"Your shoes?"

"They're fine. I'm fine."

She wasn't fine at all. She was jangling with nerves. She'd said not tonight, hadn't she? And he'd agreed. So why couldn't she relax? She'd walked with him a thousand times, down the corridors of Tremaine's, on sidewalks, in restaurants. Walked side by side without touching. Except for the last few days, since she'd agreed to marry him. Now, when they walked, he often touched her, a hand on her waist, her arm, a touch on her shoulder, as if her consent had conferred the right. And she'd... somehow his touch on her had begun to seem right, natural. Just like the times he lifted the baby's weight gently out of her arms.

The baby. If Kippy were here....

She hadn't realized how nervous she'd feel once they were alone, with no baby to care for, no wedding to plan, no prenuptial clauses or company contracts to discuss. Nothing. No agenda, just Samantha and Cal... and a king-size bed.

In the dining room, the hostess seated them at a window table that looked out on the island-studded ocean.

"What's that island?" asked Cal when they'd ordered their drinks.

"Hornby Island. I spent a few summer nights there in my teens, camping."

"I didn't get this far north on my cycling tour."

The waiter delivered two glasses of wine and Cal lifted his to her. "To us."

"To us," she agreed. "To our partnership."

They both ordered—seafood nibbler for Cal, and Neptune salad for Samantha. Cal questioned her about the Gulf Island chain that included Gabriola and Hornby islands while the ocean turned from blue to gray and the sky slowly darkened.

"Tell me about your childhood," Samantha asked, a fork filled with greens and crab halfway to her mouth. "Did you grow up in San Francisco?"

"Denver."

"Cold winters."

"Makes you tough," said Cal. "Addie and I were born in LA. My parents met when Dad was a medical student, Mom a trauma nurse. They got married two months after they met, had me a year later. Not wise, Mom always said, but they were in love and they got by between his student loans and her nursing salary."

"I thought she was a doctor?"

"Not then." Cal speared a small round ball of something and chewed it with evident pleasure.

"What is that? Scallop?"

"Stuffed with something delicious. Want one?" He speared another and offered it to her.

She parted her lips and he slipped the tasty morsel inside her mouth. She couldn't look away from him, trapped by the intimacy of his casual action.

"It's good," she mumbled, disobeying Dorothy's strictures not to talk with her mouth full. "Delicious. When did your mom become a doctor?"

"After Dad finished his residency.

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