Only Mine (Fool's Gold #4)(23)

“I’m not sure you need protecting.”

“Everyone needs protecting now and then.”

There was something about the way he said the words. A vulnerability that only made him more appealing. Maybe Stephen wasn’t as scary as she had first thought. But scary or not, she was taking a big risk. So much could go wrong.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he said quietly.

His words stunned her. It was as if he could read her mind. No one had ever done that before, probably because no one had ever taken the time to get to know her.

“You can’t know that,” she said, wanting to believe him, but afraid to try.

“Sure, I can. Why don’t we try being here for each other?”

A tempting offer, she thought.

She stared into his eyes, searching for the truth. As she looked, she realized the answer wasn’t to be found in Stephen. It was in herself. Either she gathered the courage to take the next logical step, or she was trapped forever.

“Let’s do it,” she said and promised herself there would be no regrets.

DAKOTA STARED at the raw chicken in the pan, not sure if she should put it in now or wait until Finn arrived. What had she been thinking, inviting him over to dinner? In truth, he’d sort of invited himself, but still. Their evening was clearly a date, which should have been good but wasn’t because now she was rattled. Worse, her thighs had been quivering all day.

Before she could decide about the chicken, the doorbell rang. She hurried toward the door, only to run back into the kitchen, pull open the oven and set the pan inside. Dinner would be ready in forty minutes. They would have to figure out a way to fill the time until then.

She sucked in a breath, squared her shoulders and opened the front door.

“Hi,” she said.

It was good she spoke quickly, before she could really see him. Once she took in the long, lean body, the handsome face, the cotton shirt that wasn’t plaid, she found herself feeling the tiniest bit disoriented.

“Hi, yourself,” Finn said with a smile, as he handed her a bottle of red wine. “I hope this is okay.” He pointed at the wine. “I stopped at a store in town to pick it up. The guy made several recommendations. I’m not much of a wine guy. I wouldn’t mind learning about it. You probably know something about wine, what with all the wineries around here.”

As his words swirled around her, she realized he was talking too quickly. Was it possible Finn was nervous, too? The thought made her feel a whole lot more comfortable about the evening.

“I know nothing about wine,” she said, holding up the bottle. “Except that I usually like it. Come on in.”

He followed her into the kitchen. She only had to search two drawers before finding the corkscrew. Finn took the bottle from her and made quick work of the cork. She set glasses on the counter and he poured. After they toasted each other, she led the way back into her living room.

The house was small—two bedrooms—and a rental. Intelligent thinking and her slightly feminist sensibilities had told her to buy a house. After all, she was a professional who could take care of herself. But she was enough of a traditionalist to want to buy her first house with the man she loved. Hence, the rental.

Finn sat on the overstuffed chair her brother Ethan had talked her into buying. At the time, she’d thought it was too big for the room. Now, seeing Finn in it, she knew her brother had been right.

“This is nice,” Finn said, glancing around the room.

“Thank you.”

They stared at each other, then looked away. Dakota felt disaster looming. She knew she wasn’t much of a dater, and, based on what Finn had told her, he didn’t date much, either. This could be bad.

“I hope you’re okay not eating meat,” she said quickly. “I’m a vegetarian.”

He looked slightly trapped, but nodded bravely and said, “Vegetarian is fine.”

“Oh, great. So you like tofu. A lot of guys refuse to eat it.”

He swallowed visibly. “Tofu?”

“Uh-huh. It’s one of my favorite casseroles. Tofu, a special sauce mostly based on green vegetables. Soy ice cream for dessert.”

“Sounds delicious.”

She could see the panic in his eyes and couldn’t help laughing softly. “I’m kidding. I made chicken.”

His gaze narrowed. “Seriously? That’s your idea of fun? Torturing me?”

“Everyone needs a hobby.”

He leaned back in his chair and studied her. “You’re not predictable, are you?”

“I try not to be. Besides, you’re easy.”

“It was the sauce made with green vegetables that pushed me over the edge.”

“Not the soy ice cream?”

“I figured I’d leave early.”

“Coward.”

They smiled at each other. She felt the bad tension bleed away and a nice, new boy-girl tension take its place.

“You grew up with brothers, didn’t you?” he asked.

“How can you tell?”

“You’re not worried about my ego.”

“Interesting observation,” she said, then sipped her wine. “I hadn’t thought about that, but you’re right. I have three older brothers.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Six kids?”