All I Ever Need Is You (The Sullivans #14)(8)



Darn it, she was even being seduced by his building!

Unfortunately, looking at his gorgeous face didn’t help her snap out of the seduction. What had she been thinking coming here today? A phone call would have worked just as well, and then she wouldn’t have had to shove away this insta-lust that was shooting hot and fast through her veins every time she looked at him.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” His smile was so warm and sexy all at once that it sent the heartbeat she was working to slow jumping again. “Come inside.”

Glad for the training her mother had instilled in her on how to be poised in any situation, no matter how nerve-racking, Kerry moved past him. The inside was even more stunning than the exterior. “Your office is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He sounded pleased by her admiration. “I had my eye on it for years and made a dozen offers before the owner finally let me have it. Want a tour?”

She knew she should tell him no and get right to her point, but she’d always been drawn to beautiful things. Something that was going to be her downfall where Adam Sullivan was concerned, if she wasn’t careful. But surely one little office tour wasn’t going to send her swooning into his arms, was it?

“I’d love one.”

He held out his hand to her, and she instinctively reached out to take it. It wasn’t until her skin touched his, and his searing warmth enveloped her, that she realized what she’d done.

Or how natural it felt.

Perhaps swooning in his arms wasn’t so far in the distant future, after all.

He was a natural tour guide as he led her through each room and introduced her to his staff, all of whom seemed to worship him. And when he finally brought her through to his office and handed her a framed picture of what the building had looked like the day it became his—more than halfway to crumbling in on itself—Kerry almost started worshipping him, too.

“You saved it.” She looked from the photo of the decrepit building to his dark eyes. “How did you do it?”

“Blood, sweat, and lots of help from my family. Keeping this picture on my desk reminds me that nothing is ever too far gone to be treated right.”

She looked down at the picture again, and as she turned to take in his private domain, she was overwhelmed by his passion for what he did. Especially since she felt the same way about her career.

Giving herself a mental shake, she put the framed photo back on his desk. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here.”

“Appreciating it, mostly.”

She could feel her cheeks heating even as she said, “First, I wanted to thank you in person for the lovely gifts and to ask where you found the person who made that incredible model of Dromoland Castle?”

“A friend I went to school with decided to stop working as an architect in order to make models out of candy. Pretty damned impressive, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen anyone make something that complex or that whimsical all at the same time.” Despite knowing she needed to stay on track with her real purpose for coming to see him, she had to tell him, “Driving over here, I couldn’t stop thinking about how blown away my clients would be if we could hire your friend to make models for them. Maybe of the place where they had their first kiss or where he proposed and she said yes.”

He wrote a number from memory on a yellow pad and handed it to her. “She’s hoping to make a splash with the new business, so if you call, make sure to ask for pictures of her series inspired by her favorite buildings in the Pacific Northwest. Her Space Needle looked so great I nearly didn’t eat it.”

“You ate a model she made of the Space Needle?”

“Every last bite.” He raised a questioning eyebrow. “Didn’t you taste your castle?”

“I almost did, but I’m going to force myself to admire it for a little while before I gobble it down Cookie Monster-style.”

His laughter rang out, filling her with even more warmth, even as she knew she was doing a terrible job of keeping her walls up around him. He was just so easy to be with, and she couldn’t help but admire what he was doing with his life. Not to mention his heart-tugging devotion to his family.

“Have I mentioned how much I like you, Kerry?”

It was such a sweet thing to say—and so surprising—that she had to take a deep breath, and then another when the first one didn’t do a darn thing to make her less lightheaded. Clearly, he was brilliant at this wooing stuff.

“Your gifts were all great. Your office building is amazing. And it’s wonderful the way you’re helping out with the gazebo at your brother’s wedding. But I still can’t go on a date with you.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not in the wedding-planning business for money. I’m not even in it because my mother started this business twenty-five years ago. I do what I do because I believe in love. Love that’s meant to be. Love that will last forever.”

Again, he didn’t look at all ruffled. “It’s good that you believe in what you do. It must be why you enjoy it so much.”

“I really do. Just as I can tell that you love what you do.” Belatedly remembering that she hadn’t come here to talk about the things they had in common, she said, “So now you must understand why we can’t date.”

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