Bewitching You(22)

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that car. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”

“I don’t get it. I’m not a certified mechanic or anything, but usually I can at least diagnose the problem. And as far as I can tell, there is absolutely nothing stopping that engine from turning over. You sure that battery is new?”

“Madeleine replaced it a month ago. Look, don’t worry about it.” Not able to help herself, she lifted to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face softened and he reached out to touch her, but then glanced down at his filthy hands. “I look like a disaster, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do.” She smiled. “Wash up at the sink. I made sandwiches.”

“I think I’ll need a fire hose to get all this off me.”

“Worry about that after you eat. You have to be hungry.” She poured him some lemonade and set it on the table by his plate while he cleaned up.

June Cleaver would be proud. Sofia had prepared club sandwiches with all the fixings on toasted white bread. And they didn’t look too awful.

He sat down opposite her and eyed his plate. “Sofia, this looks really good. Thanks for making it.”

“No problem at all.” She waved a hand as if it had been a cinch.

“I was worried you were going to be mad about the car. I know you want to get me out of your hair.”

“You probably don’t want to be stuck here in the country, either. Right?”

“I don’t mind at all, actually.” He smiled and bit into his sandwich.

“Right. Because there’s so much to do in a house with no electricity.”

“I could think of a few things we could do.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and took another bite.

Sofia’s cheeks warmed.

“I’m kidding you.”

She shrugged. “I know.”

“How do you suppose we find a way out of here? I don’t want to leave you stranded either. You know, I could walk down to my car to see if it decided to start working again. Stranger things have happened.”

“How far is it?”

“About a mile, I think. Not too far.”

“I see.” An unexpected rush of panic swept over Sofia. What if his car did work? What if he left and she never saw him again? What if she were throwing away her only chance at love? Her head told her it was best to let him go, to see if he’d come back to her. Her heart was a little more selfish. A lot more worried.

“I think maybe you’ve had a little too much sun today,” she said.

“You think?”

“Yeah. You probably want to shower and rest for a bit, don’t you?” Boy, was she going to regret this.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No. I mean, we can put our heads together and figure something out. There’s probably not a good chance that your car would work anyway, right?”

“Probably not.” He took another bite of his sandwich.

Sofia released a breath.

~ * ~

The sound of the shower ran through the pipes of the old house as Sofia dried the dishes she’d washed. She wanted to kick herself for being weak. And smile while she was at it. The idea of spending another evening with him soothed something deep inside of her. A need that ached to be quenched.

Anyway, the evening might be fun if she could just keep a lid on her never-ending desire to rip his clothes off and lick that deliciously shadowed line curving down his abdomen.

She waved a hand at her red-hot cheeks. Dropping her glazed over gaze, she caught a glimpse of a yellow mark on her shirt.

Mustard. Ugh. Why did she have to be so clumsy?

She pulled the shirt over her head and rinsed the mark off in the sink before it could set in anymore than it already had. Now she needed another new shirt to wear. Great.

The water had stopped running and she heard his footsteps cross the upstairs hallway to the guestroom. Quickly, she ran upstairs to Nana’s room and rummaged for a shirt that didn’t have any sort of print or silly slogan on it whatsoever. She found a teal tank top that she thought brought out the color in her eyes and slipped it over her head.

She hadn’t exactly packed clothes to impress. Not that she needed to impress, but still. It wouldn’t hurt to boost her confidence around the Adonis who used to make out with his Aphrodite fiancée.

She ran a brush through her hair and changed into panties that were a little less granny style. Again, just for the confidence boost. Her white skirt still appeared intact, amazingly, so she walked out into the hallway to make her reappearance.

Only, it was too quiet. There weren’t any footsteps or creaking stairs or anything at all. He still had to be in his room because she hadn’t seen him walk back down the hall while she was dressing. She tiptoed to the guest bedroom and peeked in to see his lengthy body splayed out on the bed. His eyes were closed. Sleeping? A towel wrapped around his waist, and his head rested on his hands. He must have been exhausted.

The way he lay there reminded Sofia of a dream. In it, he’d been freshly showered and stretched out on the bed next to her. She’d been bold and tugged his towel off him. His body was amazing, every part of it. She’d been craving him, as she did in all the dreams, and she’d leaned over and run her tongue over his hard—

Sam ran past her and jumped up on the bed, interrupting her fantasy, er, thoughts.

“Hey,” Gray said in a sleepy voice.

“Hey. I was just…checking on you.” Picturing him naked was more like it.

“Sorry. I must’ve fallen asleep.” He shifted to his side and ran his fingers over the cat’s fur. The towel gaped open at the slit, exposing more of his muscled thigh.

Sofia tried not to look. “That’s okay. Go ahead and get some rest. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Why don’t you lie down with me?” He shifted his hand from the cat to the mattress beside him and patted the bed.

Her entire body warmed as she picked at a flaky piece of paint on the doorframe. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Just a nap, I swear. I’ll probably want to hold you, but that’s it.”

Sofia’s heartbeat galloped as her mind put out a vacant sign. As luck would have it, her courage disappeared as well. “I have to go do something,” she mumbled, and hurried downstairs.

~ * ~

Gray woke to the sound of silence. Country life was so peaceful. He could definitely get used to this. The clock on the wall said it was a quarter after seven in the evening. Could that be right?

That was one hell of a nap. Too bad Sofia hadn’t joined him.

He stretched and set his feet down on the floor, thinking how nice it was going to be to spend more time with her. The way things had transpired with both their cars had frustrated him, but he wasn’t going to let it get to him. He wouldn’t question the strange happenings that continued to draw him to Sofia.

And like Sofia, he wanted to keep a positive attitude, letting life take its course. He was going to drop the whole “life plan” crap and be in the moment. Forget about wanting to have control over everything that happened around him. What had that gotten him anyway?

Nothing but grief. Why not take things in stride?

Keep them simple, uncomplicated, enjoyable.

Hell, maybe he could show Sofia that he really wasn’t a bad guy.

First, he had to find his clothes. He thought he’d dropped them by the bed alongside his shoes, which were sitting by themselves. He checked the bathroom, but they weren’t in there.

Sofia wasn’t in her room. Maybe she’d know what happened to them. He tightened the towel around his waist and descended the creaky stairs to find her fast asleep on the tiny, antique-looking sofa in the living room. A radio that closely resembled the one Gray had owned in the eighth grade was playing a soft jazz tune on the floor in front of the sofa.

He pushed it aside and knelt down over her curled-up body. Her head rested on a stiff, tiny pillow. She was stunning, even in her sleep. In a way he hadn’t recognized at first meeting, but he was glad he did now. She had a sweet beauty he ached to touch. Gently, he swept his fingers over her, starting at her painted pink toenails, up her calf, over her curvy thigh, dipped into her waist, along her arms, her neck, and to her kissable soft lips. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered open as he leaned down to press his lips to her cheek.

“Hi,” she whispered and slowly sat up. “I thought I was dreaming of you.”

The idea that the “dream Gray” got more action than the “real Gray” almost made him jealous. When were these supposed visions of the future going to start kicking in?

She stretched her arms and gave him the once-over. “You’re probably wondering where your clothes are, huh?”

He laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss to her lips.