humbled me, made me realize I’m not God’s gift to women or anything.”
He grinned ruefully, and she smiled back.
“That’s always a healthy realization. How long since you got divorced?”
“Five years.”
“Dating anyone?” she asked, and if he had been his younger, cockier self, he’d have said her tone was kind of…provocative.
Could it be that after how horribly he’d behaved, she might still be attracted to him?
No, he was imagining things.
“Nope, how about you?”
“I’m afraid I’ve become one of those career-obsessed drones who has no social life,” she joked. “Definitely not dating right now.”
“I’ll bet you left behind at least a few Peace Corps volunteers who were devastated to see you go.”
She smiled ironically. “Perhaps, if only because I’m a hard worker and it meant they’d have to pick up the slack in my absence.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, but she ignored him and went to the stove to check on breakfast, which was smelling pretty damn delicious right now.
She pulled the lightly browned egg dish from the oven, and Ryan’s stomach growled. He’d been too busy to eat last night, except for a sandwich he’d grabbed around five in the morning on the way to a call.
A minute later she was getting toast out of the toaster. After preparing two plates, she placed one in front of him, along with utensils and a napkin. “It’s a frittata,” she said. “Would you like jam for your toast?”
“No thanks. This looks delicious.”
“So.” She took her place at the table again. “What do you do with yourself when you’re not fighting fires?”
Ryan felt relieved that she really did seem to be genuinely interested in him as a person, because he was finding himself even more interested in her than he’d thought he’d be. Not only did she look dynamite in a tank top and panties, but she had an interesting career and past that he wanted to know more about. On top of the fact that she was brilliant, and, he thought, after taking his first bite of frittata-a great cook, too.
He found himself wanting to impress her. “I play the guitar, write songs, play in a funky little blues band sometimes…”
“Really? Is there anywhere I can see you play soon?”
“Hmm…Maybe.”
He was struck with an idea. Maybe a brilliant idea. He’d write a song. For her. And play it at the hot springs, to say he was sorry.
It could be corny, or it could be the smartest thing he’d ever done to win a girl’s heart.
Okay, so he didn’t know Lorelei all that well yet, but he had a gut feeling about her that he couldn’t shake. It had been settling in ever since he’d opened the gift certificate for the Linden Rock Hot Springs at the flower shop.
No, actually, ever since he’d seen her there in the clinic. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Ever since his divorce, he’d made note of what he truly loved in the women he dated, versus the things he thought he’d loved but ultimately realized were just the things society told him he was supposed to want.
He didn’t want to make the same mistakes he’d made in marrying Heather. He wanted to find his real, true dream girl next time around. Someone smart and quirky and original and beautiful in the not-so-obvious ways- well, and okay, the obvious ways didn’t hurt, either. Someone like Lorelei.
He wanted to prove to her that he liked her for who she was, and that he would never, ever take advantage of her again. If they were ever lovers a second time, he’d make sure she knew it meant something to him.
“You’re looking awfully deep in thought. It’s okay if you don’t want me to see you play. But I do like blues guitar, if that makes a difference.”
Perfect. Then she was going to get her own private show.
“It does,” he said, smiling. “I’ll let you know the next time I’m playing.”
7
LORELEI checked herself out in the full-length mirror and was happy enough with what she saw. Her jeans were the rare, much-sought-after, perfect cut-the one pair she’d ever owned that made her ass look as if it belonged in a jeans ad. And her stretchy long-sleeved black T-shirt hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was sleek, and hung around her face in a stark contrast to how she usually wore it for work, pulled back in a haphazard bun.
She’d made plans with Ryan to take an evening soak in the hot springs first, then have dinner at the spa restaurant. She didn’t suppose they were technically allowed to have sex right there in the springs anymore, not now that it was an official spa, but she’d been sure to wear her best bra and panties beneath her clothes, just in case the opportunity arose-and she had every intention of making sure it arose.
If nothing else, she’d be naked with him in the hot springs, and if that didn’t put ideas in his head, she wasn’t sure what would. Linden Rock was still, thank goodness, notoriously clothing-optional, and she planned to use that fact to her advantage. In spite of her discomfort with being found pants-less on the roof, Lorelei had always loved being naked in the great outdoors. It was one of the best feelings she knew.
Beside her, Thor the rabbit god stared at her rather disapprovingly.
“What? You think I’m being a slut? Well, if you weren’t neutered, you’d be humping everything you could get your paws on, so I don’t want to hear it.”
Okay, so she talked to the rabbits. It was therapeutic for them, and for her.
A glance at the clock-thank God, the power was back on as of today-told her Ryan would be here at any moment to pick her up, so she slipped on a pair of boots, shrugged on a warm coat and headed to the living room. She caught sight of his headlights in the front window, flipped off the lights in her house, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, feeling as if she was about to conquer the world.
Or at least the ghosts of her past.
She had never blatantly, intentionally seduced anyone before. She was a little surprised she even knew how. Not that she was the same awkward dork sexually that she’d been in high school. No, she’d never gotten any bad reviews on her skills as a lover, but she didn’t believe in using her feminine wiles for nefarious purposes, either.
Flirting with Ryan the way she had over breakfast the day before-it was amazing how easy it had been. It felt natural, even. Probably because she really did want to sleep with him. He was as gorgeous as ever, and he wasn’t eighteen anymore. He was a real man now. He had to be more emotionally mature than he was back then.
Even in high school, he’d had a sensitive air about him. He hadn’t jockeyed for attention and status, but had moved with the self-assuredness that showed he knew he didn’t need to. And he’d stood apart a bit from the crowd, always watchful, always noticing things. Well, noticing everything except Lorelei, apparently.
But now, he’d finally admitted what a jerk he’d been and apologized. Perhaps that should have been enough for her.
Yet she’d been so miserable during her high-school years, and Ryan had represented the culmination of her misery. After graduation, she’d fled Ocean Harbor Beach as fast as she could and never looked back. She’d gone so far as to attend a summer program at college just to get away as soon as she could.
Moving here was the most time she’d spent back home since high school, and she still wasn’t quite used to it.
Outside, Ryan was getting out of his pickup truck, a dilapidated old thing he probably owned solely to haul his surfboard around. When he saw her, he smiled and said hi.
“Looks like we’ll have clear weather, at least,” Lorelei said, looking up at the star-studded night sky.
She’d had the day off, and she’d spent it cleaning up after the powerful storm. Now her yard looked normal
