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“I was thinking we could eat by the fire.”
She nodded and watched as he slid off the bed.
A few minutes ago, she had been feeling so wretched. She knew she was spiraling out of control, with her accusations that would only push him further away, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
It was like someone else was pushing her to start the same argument repeatedly. Touching her lips, she sighed deeply, feeling the tingling in the lower part of her body.
Her emotions were veering all over the place and she was just going to have to try and control them. Or else, she was going to end up pushing him into Miriam’s arms. But first, she was going to do something about her appearance.
She could either roll over and play dead or she could fight back. First thing tomorrow, she was calling Barry to do a complete makeover. She was fighting for her marriage.
Chapter 12
Mrs. Greene seemed to have put everything into the cooking of the stew and had combined the delicious broth with a flaky homemade bread.
Beau had saved her the trip by going to get the meal and set it up by sliding a table in front of the chaise in front of the fire.
Georgie had insisted on taking a shower before eating the meal and they had taken one together. It had been extremely difficult for him to keep things from getting out of hand, but he had firmly taken control and stopped the touching and heavy petting that had been leading them into deep waters.
“What?” he asked as he fed her a slice of the warm bread.
“This reminds me of the first time you came to my place," she mused as she swallowed the bread. “We made love, and I ordered Chinese. It was cold and had rained earlier.”
“You were upset with me and refused to open the door at first.” He dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
“I was anguished over the decision or whether I should see you.”
“You promised to call and when you didn’t, I took matters into my own hands and came over.” Picking up the spoon, he fed her some more stew.
“You did not open the door at first," he recalled. “And I threatened to stay out there all night if necessary.”
She shook her head as she chewed on potatoes. “I was so ambivalent about my feelings for you. I knew that the attraction was fierce, but I told myself that it was just a normal reaction to a man who looked like you.
I had a full-blown conversation with myself. It was a dreadful idea to get involved. You probably wanted another notch on your overcrowded belt.”
His thick blonde brows lifted as he handed her a glass of water. “I remembered you saying that much to me.”
“And you told me it was just hall full.”
“Not quite the thing to say at that moment. You told me to go to hell.”
“But I would not budge, and it started raining again.”
“I felt sorry for you and opened the door.’ Her smile was impish, her eyes glowing with laughter. His eyes wandered over her face, and he was happy to see that she was slowly returning to the woman he had fallen in love with.
“I prefer to think it was the desire to be with me, overriding everything else.”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night," she said wryly. She laced her fingers through his. “I was scared. I had always been so damned sensible. My career was all important to me and I did not want my mind to be clouded with confusing thoughts.
I was always on top of my game, always in control. I was dubbed the baby of the family and was surrounded by over-protective siblings. I wanted to prove to myself and others that I could stand on my own two feet and make something of myself.”
“Christ! You gave me a hell of a run for my money.” He shook his head in memory.
“After that first night, I thought I was home free.”
“You refused to leave, even when I begged you to.”
“Because I instinctively knew the minute I went out that door, the doubts and questions would start to set in. After the sexual marathon, you would think I had made significant headway.”