And that quickly, she was gone, leaving him standing there dumbfounded in her wake.
“Mew.” Annabel butted her head against his leg and started to purr.
“Well, if it isn’t Ms. Cannibal,” he said, still distracted by that multiple orgasm thing. “Did you find another spider to torture?”
The cat licked her chops, and with a groan, Tanner squatted, peering into the cat’s face. “Dammit, you have leather in your whiskers!”
Swearing, he moved down the hallway, stopping short at the sight of his pouches, which he’d left on the floor.
Bad mistake. Annabel had gotten yet another one, chewing a hole that meant his stash of nails would fall out. “You,” he said, pointing to the cat who’d followed him, who was at this very moment studying him with a cavalier attitude. “You are one very rude cat.”
She merely lifted her chin.
And reminded him so much of Cami that he had to laugh. “Stick to your own food, would you?”
She didn’t even blink, which reminded him that he was speaking to a cat for God’s sake. “I’m outta here,” he mumbled. And purposely not thinking about Cami, the woman who couldn’t say no, and what she might be not saying no to at this very moment, he started to clean up.
When his cell phone rang, his heart stopped out of habit. There was only one reason he’d get a call so long after hours.
When he read the digital screen of the incoming phone number, he didn’t relax. “What’s wrong?” he demanded instead of a normal greeting.
“Some hello.”
“Dad.” Tanner let out a careful breath. His father sounded…fine. “You okay?”
“Scared you, did I?” He gave a craggy laugh. “Good. Maybe you’ll come by and bring me something.”
“I’m not bringing you cigarettes or booze.”
“Hey, I raised you better than that.”
Relief filled Tanner. “You’re ornery. That’s a good sign. I’ll bring you dinner.”
“I’d rather have the cigarettes.”
“Too bad.”
“Tacos then, extra spicy sauce.”
“Soup,” Tanner said finally. “Take it or leave it.”
“Double chocolate cake for dessert?”
“Pudding. Vanilla.”
“Dammit, boy, you’re the meanest son of a bitch I know.”
Tanner laughed. How long had it been since he’d sparred with his father? Heard that joy of life in his voice? Too long, and more than relief filled him, along with a burst of warm affection.
Tanner didn’t have much, materially speaking, at this point, not after a year of spending every penny he had to get his father well. But he had this, and it was everything. “Love you, too, Dad.
See you in an hour.”
“Are you sure? Because if you had a hot date, I wouldn’t want to interfere.”
He thought of Cami. And multiple orgasms.
He could give her multiple orgasms. At the mere thought, his body leaped to attention.
“Tanner?”
“No date,” he said, rolling his eyes at himself and his juvenile reaction.
“Why not?”
“Look, all I’m saying is, if you come across a chance to get some instead of seeing me, well then, go get some.”
“Some what?” Tanner asked warily.
“Sex, boy. Stay on the same page now.”
Tanner groaned. “I’m hanging up.”
“Okay, but just remember. Sex first. Then me.”
THEY WENT all the way to Reno for dinner because Ted wanted to go to Denny’s. In hindsight, that should have been Cami’s first hint things weren’t going to get better.
“They’ve got a great buffet,” Ted said, huffing a little as he escorted her across the parking lot. They got to the front door at exactly the same moment, and Cami hesitated, thinking Ted might open it for her.
He opened the door, all right, and in his haste for food, pushed ahead of her.
And stomped on her toe.
“I love buffets,” he said in lieu of an apology.
Cami grimaced at her throbbing toe and smudged sandal. “Gee, I hope there isn’t a crowd.”
“That’s the beauty of this place,” Ted answered earnestly. “It’s never crowded.”
Goodie.
“Dessert is included.”
“Even better.” This couldn’t be happening to her, she decided, watching her date rush toward the buffet table. Her mother couldn’t have really done this to her own daughter. Determined to believe it wasn’t as bad as she thought, Cami pasted a smile on her face and tried really hard. “I heard you build Web sites.”
“Look at that,” he whispered reverently, pointing to a platter of biscuits, giving her a little nudge when she didn’t move. “Take as many as you want.”
“Great.”
After dinner, during which Ted refused to talk because talking interrupted the eating process, which was apparently close to a religious experience for him, he offered to let her pay. Then offered to take her to the movies.
Dutch treat.
“It’s not that I can’t pay for you,” he said quickly, walking with her to his car. “It’s just that in today’s day and age, I know how important it is for a woman to assert her independence. Plus, I find a lot of women take advantage, you know, and agree to go out with me just for a free night of entertainment.”
“In the name of not taking advantage, let’s just call it a night,” she suggested.
“Oh, no.” He looked scandalized. “That wouldn’t be giving this thing between us a fair chance. Hey, I have an idea. We can do the drive-in theater.”
“No, that’s not necessary-”
“Shh,” he said very politely, cranking up the radio and filling the car with what sounded like elevator music. “I love this song.”
Cami clamped her mouth shut and actually wished for Tanner’s far too loud rock music.
TED’S CAR DIED at precisely midnight, painfully reminding Cami that she was in no way, shape or form related to Cinderella, who’d at least had those cute little mice for company when it all went bad.
They were on a relatively untraveled stretch of road, because Ted had gotten off Highway 80 at least five miles from nowhere to see if he could locate the Big Dipper for her.
Now the car was dead and her cell phone had no signal.
Didn’t get much better than this.
“Here comes a car,” Ted said. “I’ll see if I can flag it down.”
Cami waited while he hopped out and wildly waved his hand, illuminated in the approaching headlights like a bouncing…dough boy. In the dark, Cami couldn’t see what transpired, but a moment later, Ted came back.
“It’s a woman,” he said. “She’s in a Porsche two-seater on her way to Auburn. She said she could take me into Truckee.”
“Me?”
“No.
Cami frowned because Ted seemed…excited. Breathless, almost. Definitely more animated than she’d seen
