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"I'm glad you like it." He realized he had a dishcloth tucked in his jeans and hastily rugged it out. "It was the best peace offering I could think of."
"It worked." She smiled, charmed by the sight of him hovering busily over a hot stove. "Thanks for thinking of me. Now, I'd better get out of your way so you can finish cooking your dinner."
"She can come in, can't she?" Jessie was already tugging on Ana's hand.
"Can't she, Daddy?"
"Sure. Please." He shoved a box out of her way. "We haven't finished unpacking yet. It's taking longer than I thought it would."
Out of politeness, and curiosity, Ana stepped inside. There were no curtains on the window as yet, and a few packing boxes littered the stone colored floor tiles. But ranged along the royal blue countertop there was a glossy ceramic cookie jar in the shape of Alice's white rabbit, a teapot of the mad hatter, and a dormouse sugar bowl. Potholders, obviously hooked by a child's hand, hung on little bra.s.s hooks. The refrigerator's art gallery was crowded with Jessie's drawings, and the puppy was snoozing in the corner.
Unpacked and tidy, no, she thought. But this was already a home.
"It's a great house," she commented. "I wasn't surprised when it sold quickly."
"You want to see my room?" Jessie tugged on Ana's hand again. "I have a bed with a roof on it, and lots of stuffed animals."
"You can take Ana up later," Boone put in. "Now you should go wash your hands."
"Okay." She looked imploringly at Ana. "Don't go."
"How about a gla.s.s of wine?" Boone offered when his daughter raced off. "A good way to seal a truce."
"All right." Drawings rustled as he opened the fridge. "Jessie's quite an artist. It was awfully sweet of her to draw a picture for me."
"Careful, or you'll have to start papering the walls with them." He hesitated, the bottle in his hand, wondering where he'd put the winegla.s.ses, or if he'd unpacked them at all. A quick search through cupboards made it clear that he hadn't. "Can you handle chardonnay in a Bugs Bunny gla.s.s?"
She laughed. "Absolutely." She waited for him to pour hers, and his- Elmer Fudd. "Welcome to Monterey," she said, raising Bugs in a toast.
"Thanks." When she lifted the gla.s.s to her lips and smiled at him over the rim, he lost his train of thought. "I- Have you lived here long?"
"All my life, on and off." The scent of simmering chicken and the cheerful disarray of the kitchen were so homey that she relaxed. "My parents had a home here, and one in Ireland. They're based in Ireland for the most part now, but my cousins and I settled here. Morgana was born in the house she lives in, on Seventeen Mile Drive. Sebastian and I were born in Ireland, in Castle Donovan."
"Castle Donovan."
She laughed a little. "It sounds pretentious. But it actually is a castle, quite old, quite lovely, and quite remote. It's been in the Donovan family for centuries."
"Born in an Irish castle," he mused. "Maybe that explains why the first time I saw you I thought, well, there's the faerie queen, right next door in the rosebushes." His smiled faded, and he spoke without thinking. "You took my breath away."
The gla.s.s stopped halfway to her lips. Those lips parted in surprised confusion. "I-" She drank to give herself a moment to think. "I suppose part of your gift would be imagining faeries under bushes, elves in the garden, wizards in the treetops."
"I suppose." She smelled as lovely as the breeze that brought traces of her garden and hints of the sea through his windows. He stepped closer, surprised and not entirely displeased to see the alarm in her eyes. "How's that scratch? Neighbor." Gently he cupped his hand around her arm, skimmed his thumb up until he felt the pulse inside her elbow skitter.
Whatever was affecting him was d.a.m.n well doing the same to her. His lips curved. "Hurt?"
"No." Her voice thickened, baffling her, arousing him. "No, of course it doesn't."
"You still smell of flowers."
"The salve-"
"No." The knuckles of his free hand skimmed just under her chin. "You always smell of flowers. Wildflowers and sea foam."
How had she come to be backed against the counter, his body brushing hers, his mouth so close, so temptingly close, that she could all but taste it?
And she wanted that taste, wanted it with a sudden staggering force that wiped every other thought out of her head. Slowly, her eyes on his, she brought her hand to his chest, spread it over his heart where the beat was strong. Strong and wild.
And so would the kiss be, she thought. Strong and wild, from the first instant.
As if to a.s.sure her of that, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, tangling his fingers in it. It was warm, as he'd known it would be, warm as the sunlight it took its shade from. For a moment, his entire being was focused on the kiss to come, the reckless pleasure of it. His mouth was a breath from hers, and her sigh was already filling him, when he heard his daughter's feet clattering on the stairs.
Boone jolted back as if she'd burned him. Speechless, they stared at each other, both of them stunned by what had nearly happened and by the force behind it.
What was he doing? Boone asked himself. Grabbing a woman in his kitchen when there was chicken on the stove, potatoes going cold on the counter and his little girl about to skip into the room?
"I should go." Ana set down her gla.s.s before it could slip out of her trembling hand. "I really only meant to stay a minute."
"Ana." He shifted, blocking the way in case she sprinted for the door. "I have a feeling what just happened here was out of character for both of us. That's interesting, don't you think?"
She lifted those solemn gray eyes to his. "I don't know your character."
"Well, I don't make a habit of seducing women in the kitchen when my daughter's upstairs. And I certainly don't make a habit out of wanting the h.e.l.l out of a woman the minute I lay eyes on her."
She wished she hadn't set the wine down. Her throat was bone dry. "I suppose you want me to say I'll take your word for it.
But I won't." Both anger and challenge sparkled in his eyes. "Then I'll have to prove it to you, won't I?"
"No, you-"
"My hands are clean, clean, clean." Blissfully unaware of the tension shimmering in the air, Jessie danced into the kitchen, palms held out for inspection. "How come they have to be clean when I don't eat with my fingers anyway?"
Effortfully, he pulled himself back and tweaked his daughter's nose.
"Because germs like to sneak off little girls' hands and into their mashed potatoes."
"Yuck." She made a face, then grinned. "Daddy makes the best mashed potatoes in the whole wide world. Don't you want some? She can stay for dinner, can't she, Daddy?"
"Really, I-"
"Of course she can." Mirroring his daughter's grin-but with something a great deal more dangerous in his eyes-Boone studied Ana. "We'd love to have you. We have plenty. And I think it would be a good idea for us to get to know each other. Before."
She didn't have to ask before what. That was crystal-clear. But, no matter how she tried, she couldn't make her temper overtake the quick panicked excitement. "It's very nice of you to ask," she said with admirable calm. "I wish I could, but-" She smiled down at Jessie's sound of disappointment. "I have to drive out to my cousin's and take care of his horses."
"Will you take me with you sometime, so I can see them?"
"If your father says it's all right." She bent down and kissed Jessie's sulky lips. "Thank you for my picture, sunshine. It's beautiful." Taking a cautious step away, she looked at Boone. "And the book. I know I'll enjoy it. Good night."
Ana didn't run out of the house, though she freely admitted she wasn't leaving so much as escaping. Back home, she went through the motions, giving Quigley his promised tuna, then changing into jeans and a denim shirt for the drive to Sebastian's house.
She was going to have to do some thinking, she decided as she pulled on her boots. Some serious thinking. Weigh the pros and cons, consider the consequences. She had to laugh, thinking how Morgana would roll her eyes and accuse her of being impossibly Libran.
Perhaps her birth sign was partially responsible for the fact that Ana could always see and sympathize with both sides of an argument. It complicated matters as often as it solved them. But in this case she was quite certain that a clear head and calm deliberation was the order of the day.
Maybe she was unusually attracted to Boone. And the physical aspect of it was completely unprecedented. Certainly she'd felt desire for a man before, but never this quick, sharp edge of it. And a sharp edge usually meant a deep wound to follow.