A Fortunes of Texas Christmas by Helen Lacey

Author:Helen Lacey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

He was nervous. Watching Robin walking around the luxurious hotel suite, her fingertips caressing the back of the sofa, the table, the balustrade leading out to the patio—it turned his usual confidence to mush.

He ordered dinner, agreeing with her suggestion that they eat in his suite. He wanted to have as much alone time with her as he could. He opened a bottle of wine, a pinot noir from his own vineyard that he’d brought with him, and he watched as she took a sip, mesmerized by the way she savored the taste. She did everything with such intense passion—she tended the gardens at the Fortune ranch with a zeal and commitment that was riveting. She rode a horse as though she’d been born in the saddle; she ate a doughnut as though it were a delicate pastry; she spoke about Christmas with animated delight. And she kissed with a hunger that undid him.

Knowing they were going to make love, knowing he would be touching her, kissing her, making her his own in the most intimate way possible, filled the air between them with a kind of blistering-hot awareness.

“This is nice,” she said and gestured to the glass in her hand.

“It is from my vineyard,” he explained, so aroused by the mere sight of her that he could barely stand being in his own skin.

She smiled. “Tell me about it.”

“It is on a hill in the Loire Valley. It has a house on it that I am planning to renovate. There is much to do, as the home has not been lived in for many years, but it has the most spectacular view of the vines. In the evenings, the sun sets and the colors mix with the scents of lavender and rosemary that are embedded deep within the earth.”

Her gaze was locked with his. “It sounds magical.”

“It is,” he said softly. “One day, I think I would very much like to live there.”

She had a tiny smile on her lips. “So, maybe you’re not such a nightlife-loving playboy after all.”

He couldn’t help shrugging. “Maybe. I don’t know...I think perhaps I just live the life I have and don’t let myself believe I have time for anything else. But the vineyard...” His voice trailed off for a moment. “It is away from the city, away from the world. I can imagine what it might be like to simply sit out on the balcony with a glass of wine as the sun sets.” He met her gaze straight on. “I would like it very much if you would visit sometime.”

“I’d like that, too.”

His heart surged, and for the first time in his life Amersen wondered if what he was feeling was more than simply physical desire. Because the idea of having her beside him at his home on the hill didn’t make him want to run a mile. He’d never sought commitment in a relationship; he’d never dated anyone long enough to recognize any woman as his petite amie.

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