I could hear the gasps and amazed outbursts from the gathered crowd, but I couldn’t turn, couldn’t look—I was immobilized in this ridiculous in-between position. And then I felt the canoe shift beneath me. Whether it was the wake from the other boats or a mini gust from a million vigorous little wings, I couldn’t say. But whatever it was, it was freakin’ me out big-time.
Before I could decide what to do, Sean snagged my hand and yanked me from my crouch down onto the hard middle seat of the canoe. Crisis averted.
“I didn’t want you to miss it,” he said, as a continuous frenzy of wispy black emerged from beneath the bridge to waft out over the city in search of dinner. Twisting my head around, I caught Sean snapping pictures of the bat-riddled sunset. When he finished, he pulled me back to lean against his chest.
“Smile,” he instructed, aiming the camera back on us and snapping a second picture of the two of us together. It occurred to me that this one could be classified as the “After” photo. Our recent chat had shifted things into stunningly perfect focus. I’d decided to take a chance on fate ... or magic—whichever. I’d decided to take my chances with Sean.
16
In which The Plan is unceremoniously debunked
Having definitively decided to seduce Sean within the hour, I should have been a nervous wreck. But evidently Weird Day was working its own magic, because I wasn’t the slightest bit nonplussed, even
It was mighty difficult to sit patiently and keep my hands in platonic positions while we zipped up Congress Avenue on the last ride of the day. The vibe of Austin nightlife buzzed in my veins, and Sean’s words thrummed in my head. Just before he’d fired up the engine, he’d said, “Where to, your highness? I’m yours to command.” The answer was easy: “My house.”
By the time we glided up the driveway, I was a woman on a mission, poised to drag Sean into the house. The one thing getting through the fog of lust curling relentlessly through me was the knowledge that if I didn’t get Sean locked down in the next twenty seconds, Leslie was going to be out on the lawn looking for a piece of him. And I was hardly in a sharing mood.
Taking his hand, I pulled him along behind me, unearthing my house key on the way to the door. I thought of my cell and the possibility of text messages full of advice but figured I was past that. As of right now it was all me. Fairy Jane was right about one thing—this would definitely be an adventure.
“Should I be nervous?” he teased.
I turned to look at him, his face in shadow, and let a slow smile creep across my lips. “Uh-uh.” The key clicked, and I pushed the door open.
I kept a night-light in my kitchen for late-night forays in the fridge, but tonight it was being repurposed for a different sort of foraying. I didn’t want to turn on the lights—tonight I wanted to be a daredevil in the dark. Sean had pulled off his helmet on the path from the driveway and now set it on the counter, watching while I did the same, heedless of helmet hair. I admit I was a little curious to see what Fairy Jane might have to say by way of the calendar, but it was too dark to see, and I wasn’t about to ruin the moment by turning the light on to check.
“Have you come up with a plan yet?” he said, his curiosity clearly piqued. The element of surprise definitely had its advantages.
“Nope.” I grinned up at him, realizing I’d finally found my feet with him, and that I was on the verge of something amazing.
I stepped forward, closing the space between us, making a conscious decision not to second-guess anything, to just enjoy every minute. I settled my palms on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
“It’s now or never,” I whispered before curling my left hand around the back of his neck, spearing my fingers into his hair, and pulling his lips to mine.
It was impossible to tell why this kiss trumped all the ones that had come before. Maybe because it was riding the heels of a thrill ride of a day. Maybe because of the kilt, what might or might not lie beneath, and my plan to do some sleuthing. Maybe because I’d decided one Wednesday wasn’t going to be enough, and The Plan was just going to have to get screwed. For whatever reason, this one was in a class by itself. Right up until it got tangled in a fine frenzy of mushrooming love and lust as I marveled at how we’d gotten to this moment—he’d picked me!
And today—tonight—it was my turn to return the favor.
Neither one of us was particularly chatty or inclined to tease, and no objections were raised—quite the opposite—so once we stumbled over to the couch and dispensed with tops and bottoms (the kilt stayed!), we were a very serious pair, striving to make up for lost time.
While Sean had most definitely been going commando, quite thankfully he’d had the foresight to pack a condom or two (crossing my fingers for two!) in the little leather pouch on top, which I’d since ascertained was called a sporran. I looked forward to a very educational evening.
“You wear a man out, luv. What with the hiking, the racing, the rowing, and now this? I hope you plan to feed me.” Sean was lying with his head beneath the coffee table and me sprawled alongside him, the pair of us having slid to the floor at some point during the festivities.
“I’ve only been calling the shots for the last forty-five minutes,
“Cupcakes?” Sean queried, reaching for his T-shirt while simultaneously tidying the couch. “Would those be chocolate?”
“Could be,” I said, swallowed up for a moment inside my very own Weird shirt.
“You’ll likely not want my amateurish hands meddling—I’ll just keep myself busy.”
“Your hands are hardly amateurish,” I muttered, yanking my jeans up over my hips. I was working the snap when the rest of his words registered. My head jerked up as I realized that Sean had moved out of my peripheral vision. Curious, I shifted and watched him wander, examining the occasional knickknack that I’d displayed either for sentimental or aesthetic reasons, running his finger across the spines of my keeper bookshelves ... only two feet from where Fairy Jane was hiding. I held myself still, trying to think, then lunged for the TV remote, the perfect distraction.
“The TV can keep you busy! You’ve got your pick of ninety-something channels!” I scrambled for the cheat card that helped me keep track of which channel was which and waved it in the air.
Sean’s progress momentarily came to a halt as he stared over at me, amusement lurking under the surface. “No, thank you,” he answered. “I’m quite content just browsing through the textbooks on lasers and semiconductors ... and semiconductor lasers.” He glanced in front of him, at the shelves to come, and his eyes lit up a bit. “Aha! A few books I’ve actually heard of—one I’ve even skimmed.”
Instantly, goose bumps cropped up all over my body. While I might have just abandoned The Plan I’d been clinging to for the better part of my adult life and celebrated by having sex with the man who’d put me up to it, I definitely wasn’t ready to discuss my resident fairy godmother. Baby steps ...
I lunged forward, my jeans gaping, nearly tripped over the coffee table, and rather fortuitously, collided with Sean just as his hand brushed The Collected Works plus one.
He was momentarily taken aback, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. I’m sure I looked like a psycho, eyes wide and haunted, pulse jumping at my throat.
“You’re not a proponent of the praying mantis style of relationship, are you?” Sean asked, looking slightly concerned.
“Are you asking whether I plan to devour you now that I’ve had my way with you?” I found this oddly amusing.
“Pretty much,” he confirmed, glancing at the respectable row of Austen novels and my hand dramatically plastered up against it.
“It’s your lucky night,” I told him, lifting my free hand to settle at my stomach, suddenly conscious that my
