He tangled his fingers in her hair, slowly tugging her head back to savor. And as her mouth moved warm on his, he discovered what it was to be savored in turn.
Gradually, thoughtfully, he drew back to study her face. Her eyes were steady, calm. Darker, yes, he mused. He knew by the way her heart had jumped against his that whatever had moved through him had moved through her, as well. But she didn't tremble.
What would it take to make a woman like this tremble?
He knew he would have to discover that secret, and all the others she kept hidden behind those dark, unreadable eyes.
'But,' he said, 'I can certainly recommend a lawyer for you, if you find you need one.'
She lifted a brow. Oh, he was a cool one, she thought, carrying on the conversation as if her in-sides weren't sizzling. Appreciating it, she smiled. 'Why, thank you.'
'Excuse me a minute,' he said when his phone rang. 'Yes, Sissy.' His gaze left Savannah's only long enough for a glance at his watch. 'So it is,' he murmured, noting that it was just after five. 'You go ahead, I'll lock up. And, Sissy, the letter I dictated this morning. The first letter? Yes. Don't mail that. I need to make some changes.'
Savannah watched him consideringly. He was sending his secretary off for the day, and they would be alone. She understood what it meant when a man looked at a woman the way Jared was looking at her. She understood what happened between men and women after they'd shared a mutually lusty kiss.
Over the years, she'd learned to be very careful, very... selective. The responsibility of raising a child alone wasn't a small one. Men could come and go, but her son was forever. She wasn't a woman who stepped blindly into affairs, who scratched every itch or accepted every advance.
But she was also realistic. The man currently dismissing his secretary, the man flipping through his daily calendar to coordinate his schedule, was about to become her lover.
'My secretary's got a date,' Jared commented when he hung up the phone. 'So it looks like we're closing the office on time today.' Tilting his head, he studied Savannah. 'I'm supposed to ask you, discreetly, where you got your jacket.'
'My jacket?' Bemused, Savannah glanced down. 'I made it.'
'You're kidding.'
Her bottom lip moved into an expression somewhere between a pout and a sneer, and her chin rose in a gesture he now recognized as an indicator of temper simmering. 'What? I don't look like the type who can sew? I don't fit the happy-homemaker image?'
Intrigued, he rested a hip on the edge of his desk, reached out to rub the brilliantly hued lapel of her jacket between his fingers. 'Nice work. What else can you do?'
'Whatever I need to do.' She didn't bother to protest when he tugged her toward him. Instead, she rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned down into the kiss.
'It's early,' he murmured.
'Relatively.'
'Where's Bryan?'
'At Cassie's.' Mildly surprised he'd bothered to ask, she changed the angle of the kiss and let herself sink in. 'I'm going to pick him up about six. I've got about a half an hour.'
'It's going to take longer.' He shifted, took her by the hips and drew her intimately between his legs. 'Why don't you call her and see if he can stay until seven?' His teeth nipped gently over that lovely bottom lip. 'Seven- thirty.'
She was going to enjoy getting him out of that tie, Savannah thought. 'I suppose I could.'
'Good. You clear it, then we'll go across the street.'
'Across the street?'
'For an early dinner.'
She drew back, stared at him. 'Dinner?'
'Yes.' Almost certain his legs would support him, Jared stood, before he could give in to the urge to tear off her clothes, drag her to the floor and have her. 'I'd like to take you to dinner.'
'Why?'
'Because I'd enjoy spending an hour or two with you.' On top of you, he thought. Inside you. God. With every appearance of calm, he skirted the desk and flipped through his address file. 'Here's Cassie's number.'
'I know Cassie's number.' It was demoralizing to realize she had to take a good, deep breath to steady herself, when he was just standing there, so coolly, so easily. 'What's going on here, Jared? We both know dinner isn't necessary.'
His stomach twisted into tight slick knots. He could take her. Right here, right now. It was just that simple. And anything too simple was suspect.
'I'd like to have dinner with you, Savannah. And conversation.' Picking up the phone, he dialed Cas-sie's number himself, held out the receiver. 'All right?'
Filled with mistrust, she hesitated. With a shrug, she took the phone. 'All right.'
The restaurant was casual, the menu basic American grill. Savannah toyed with her drink and waited for Jared's next move.
'So, you make clothes.'
'Sometimes.'
Smiling, he leaned back in the wooden booth. 'Sometimes?' he repeated, looking at her expectantly.
He wanted to make conversation, she determined. She could make conversation. 'I learned because homemade is cheaper than store-bought, and I didn't want to be naked. Now I make something now and again because I enjoy it.'
'But you make your living as an illustrator, not as a seamstress.'
'I like to work with color, and design. I got lucky.'
'Lucky?'
Wary of the friendly probing, she moved her shoulders. 'You don't want the story of my life, Jared.'
'But I do.' He smiled at the waitress who set their meals in front of them. 'Start anywhere,' he said invitingly.
She shook her head, cut into the spicy blackened chicken he'd recommended. 'You've lived here all your life, haven't you?'
'That's right.'
'Big family, old friends and neighbors. Roots.'
'Yeah.'
'I'm going to give my son roots. Not just a roof over his head, but roots.'
He was silent for a moment. There had been a fierceness in her voice, a fiery determination, that he had to admire, even as he wondered at it. 'Why here?'
'Because it's not the West. That's first. I wanted to get away from the dust, the plains, and all those sunbaked little towns. That was for me,' she admitted. 'I've been moving east for ten years. This seemed far enough.'
When he said nothing, she relaxed a little. It was difficult to combat that quiet way he had of listening. 'I didn't want the city for Bryan. But I wanted to give him a sense of belonging, of...'
'Community?'
'Yeah. Small town, kids, people who'd get to know him by name. But I still wanted a little distance. That was for me again. And...'
'And?'
'I was drawn here,' she said at length. 'Maybe it's the mysticism in my blood and my heritage, but I felt—I knew that this would be home. The land, the hills. The woods. Your woods called to me.' Amused at herself, she smiled. 'How's that for weird?'
'They've called to me all my life,' Jared said, so simply her smile faded. 'I could never be happy anywhere else. I moved to the city because it seemed practical. And small towns and long walks through the woods weren't my ex-wife's style.'
If he could probe, so could she. 'Why did you marry her?'
'Because it seemed practical.' Now it was his turn to wince. 'Which doesn't say much for either of us. We were reasonably attracted, respected each other, and entered into a very civilized, intelligent and totally
