Suit by Suzanne D. Williams

Author:Suzanne D. Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Christian fiction, billionaire, millionaire, clean & wholesome, short stories, romantic suspense, inspirational
Publisher: Suzanne D. Williams
Published: 2016-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

“WHAT IS IT? WHAT’S wrong?” Ludwig tilted Kirsten’s face upwards.

She chewed on her lip, compressing the flesh into a line. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just thinking.”

“About me?”

That brought a smile to her face. She dashed at the moisture on her cheeks. “Not about you. About him.”

The anger of the night before returned. “Forget about him. Today is me and you and rugby.”

“But it’s raining,” she said. Then her eyes brightened, and she stepped in reverse. “You’re ...”

“Not in a suit. I promised.”

“‘Humboldt, I find you attractive, no matter what manner of attire you wear.’”

Ludwig laughed. “Why, Ava, I picked this out specifically for you.”

She laid her head to his chest. “That was not in the book.”

He placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair. “No, it wasn’t.”

For a moment, there was nothing between them but the sound of the rain, a steady drip, drip, drip off the eaves onto the nearby railing, and the swish of car tires splashing through the puddles overlapping the moan of the wind.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he said, “for thinking about you.”

Her head came back up, and he stared into her eyes. He dusted a hair from her cheek. “I was lonely.” It was as close as he could come to an admission of his thoughts.

She returned her cheek to his chest. “Does this mean you like me?”

“This means ...” He exhaled loudly. “This means I more than like you.”

“More than like?” She spoke into his chest.

“Way more.”

She snaked her hands around his waist, poking her thumb into the belt loops of his blue jeans.

He’d had to really dig to find them. They’d gotten buried in the bottom of a dresser drawer. The shirt he’d worn on occasion when cleaning and once, painting. It still had a spot on the collar.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “We should go and not stand in the rain, but it feels so good to be held.”

He tightened his grip. “It’s okay. We have all day.”

This made her giggle. “I’ll get hungry eventually.” She tossed her head back. “How are we going to play rugby in the rain?”

He smiled. “Ah, Ava, you doubt me.”

“Never doubt, Humboldt, mere curiosity.”

He shook his head and laughed. “I’m becoming a sap. You can’t tell anybody. Actually, I have a plan. I’ve called an old friend, who just happens to have quite a bit of footage of me in action.”

Her eyes sparkled. “I can’t wait.”

“But we don’t have to be there until ten, and it’s only eight, so how about breakfast?”

“Breakfast sounds great.”

He waited while she retrieved her purse and locked her door, then wrapped an arm about her waist. At the edge of the covered walkway, he paused. “I’m afraid I don’t have an umbrella.”

“Me either,” she said. “I’d rather be soaked to the skin and with you than here, alone and dry. So, we’ll just run.”

Running didn’t do them any favors. They were drenched by the time they reached his vehicle and laughing at the state of each other’s appearance.

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