Episode 4 by Valerie Twombly
Jenna maneuvered the truck down a long winding drive to the Parker ranch that sat a quarter mile from the road. When they’d come to a fork, Devin pointed to the right.
“This way, I’m staying in one of the guest houses.”
She nodded and followed the path to a quaint cottage tucked among a stand of tall pines. Shoving the truck into neutral, she killed the engine. “Here we are.” Why did she suddenly have a case of butterflies––no, make that birds—and they were dive-bombing in her gut.
“Yep.” He reached for the handle then hesitated, his gaze coming back to land on her. “I could use some coffee. Join me and we can catch up?”
She knew she should decline and be on her way. For one, it was late, and instinct told her that going inside with him, alone, was a bad idea. “I’d like that.” Apparently, her mouth had other plans. Like wondering what kind of kisser he was. Crap!
He gave her a wide smile that set her nether regions on fire and flung open his door. She quickly followed behind him and was soon ushered inside. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light that cast a seductive glow across a quaint living room.
“Kitchen’s this way.” Devin wobbled a bit, led her around a maze of oversized dark leather furniture, and through a small dining area. He flipped a light switch to reveal a spotless kitchen of stainless steel and caramel ceramic. Jenna figured he must eat out a lot.
“What’s your flavor?” He pointed to the carousel of K-cups.
He nodded and placed a cup to catch the steaming goodness while she leaned against the counter and stared at an ass that would bring any woman to her knees. He hadn’t changed much. If nothing, age had only made improvements.
“So, tell me about your plans to save Parker toys.”
He turned to face her. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.” His eyes became hooded. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do since high school.”
She swallowed. “What’s that?”
In two strides, he was in front of her. Resting his hands on either side of her, he gripped the counter and boxed her in. “Kiss you.”
She moistened her lips. She should shove him away and run like hell, but she’d waited what seemed like an eternity for the chance to taste him. She wasn’t going to chicken out now. Before she could reply, he lowered his head.
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned in.
He slanted his mouth over hers, and she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slow dance across hers. He tasted of whisky and sin, both of which heated her core and caused her to moan. The world spun around her as he deepened the kiss. Her pulse raced, and she knew she had to make a choice.
Break it off and walk away. Or finally admit that her feelings for him ran deep. Had since high school when he’d stolen her heart.