Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall

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      “I’m getting hungry.” Lucy slid her fingertips over Noah’s bare chest and down to his taut abs. “We might have to heat up dinner.”

      “Or we could eat it cold in bed,” Noah said as he pulled her closer to his side.

      “That would be fine, too.” Pressing her palm to his chest, she rose up and looked down at him. “Why don’t I go get it and you wait here?”

      He looked at her as if he wanted to say something, but finally nodded. “Sounds good.”

      Lucy came to her feet and smoothed her dress down. She stepped over her underwear and boots, bypassed his clothes and headed to the kitchen, where the bags had been forgotten for a time. Her entire body still hummed. That thought was so ridiculous, but it was an accurate statement.

      She pulled the boxes from the bag and sat them all out on her kitchen island. Even though everything was no doubt cold, the scents were amazing. She figured she’d just take the boxes and some plastic forks and napkins. No need to waste plates. She had some bottles of water she’d bring in, too. A bed picnic sounded so sexy and it was something she’d never done before.

      Lucy pulled a tray off the top of her fridge and stacked up all the things on there. She’d get the dessert later…probably much later.

      Humming, she headed down the hall, but when she turned the corner to the spare room, Noah wasn’t in there. Perhaps he went to the bathroom. She set the tray on the rumpled bed, smiling at the memories they’d created there.

      She’d been so afraid at first. Afraid of her feelings, afraid of moving ahead with those emotions she didn’t want. But now that she was with Noah, she’d fallen for him. She’d fallen for Emma, too, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she wanted that family. She wanted it here on her little ranch. She wanted more than she ever thought she’d dream of again.

      For the first time in two years she had hope and she was ready to take this risk and admit her feelings to Noah. She’d started to when they were in bed together, which wasn’t the best timing, but the moment had overwhelmed her and the words were on her lips before she could stop them.

      Noah had stopped them. He’d kissed her as if he’d known what was going through her mind. Still, he deserved to know where she stood. He didn’t need to reciprocate her feelings, but she had to tell him.

      “Lucy.”

      Noah called her name and Lucy stepped into the hall. She went to the end where her room was and found him sitting on the edge of the bed. He’d put on his jeans, leaving them unfastened, and wore nothing else.

      “What are you doing in here?” she asked, standing in the doorway.

      He met her gaze from across the room. “You never bring me in here.”

      Lucy gripped the door frame and swallowed. What could she say? She’d never had another man in her bedroom other than her husband. After he’d passed, she’d sold their bedroom furniture and replaced it. She simply hadn’t been able to sleep in the same bed they’d shared, not when she was alone.

      “Lucy.” Noah came to his feet. “I get loss. Believe me, it’s hell at times. But you show me all these ways you’re ready to move on, and yet we’ve never made love on your bed.”

      Noah kept his distance, but the pain in his eyes staring back at her might as well be a knife twisting in her heart.

      Made love.

      The fact he used that term had Lucy wanting to step forward, but…she couldn’t.

      “As long as you keep me from this room, can you keep your past and your СКАЧАТЬ