To Have And To Hold. Myrna Mackenzie

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СКАЧАТЬ glanced at his watch. “Not by much.”

      His sister raised her brows. “Bad day at the office?”

      “Not particularly.” An unusual day. A day filled with thoughts of Callie. Like most of his days lately.

      “Trevor has a video-game party planned for tomorrow night,” she said of her fifteen-year-old son. “Do you feel like coming round for dinner? M.J.’s coming over, too.”

      “I have plans,” he said and drank some coffee.

      Evie’s eyes widened instantly. “A date?”

      Noah didn’t know what to call it. “Sort of.”

      “Anyone I know?”

      Like a dog with a bone, Noah knew his sister wouldn’t let up. Besides, he had nothing to hide about his relationship with Callie. Relationship? Is that what it was? It felt … he didn’t know what the hell it felt like. Something. Everything. Like she was the air inside his lungs and he couldn’t draw in enough breath. His desire for Callie burned a hole through him. And I haven’t even really kissed her. He’d thought about it, though. He’d imagined it. Dreamed about it. Wanted it so much he could barely think about anything else.

      “Callie.”

      Evie didn’t bat a lash. “No surprise there.”

      “I suppose not.” He finished his coffee and stood. “I should get going.”

      “Sometimes you have to try people on,” Evie said quietly. “To see if they fit.”

      Noah looked at his sister. “That’s not the problem.”

      “So there is a problem?” she asked.

      He shrugged and felt like spilling his guts, but he didn’t. Because what he felt, what he knew was that beneath the sassy, quick temper and barriers she’d erected around herself was an incredibly fragile woman. A woman who’d been hurt.

       I’m going to get my heart kicked in …

      That’s what he felt deep down. That she was all risk. Like the wildest ride at a theme park. Like parachuting without a chute. But … despite feeling that way, Noah was unbelievably drawn to her. He wanted her, even with the threat of losing himself. And knowing he was prepared to take that chance turned him inside out. Because Noah never risked himself emotionally. He couldn’t afford to. The kids needed stability—they needed a parent who could be relied upon to always do the right thing by them. And if he was to bring another woman into their life, that woman had to do the right thing by them also. They needed unreserved love.

      Could Callie do that? Could he trust her to love them? He just didn’t know.

      “There’s no problem,” he said to his sister. “Thanks for watching them. I’ll see you soon.”

      As Callie zipped up her favorite sundress—the white one with sprigs of tiny blue flowers—and stepped into a pair of silver sandals, she could hear Fiona’s voice calling from the kitchen. Her friend had arrived to work her horse and had stayed for a coffee and chat.

      “So, you’re going on a date with Noah?”

      “It’s not a date,” Callie insisted as she headed from the bedroom. “It’s just dinner.”

      When Callie reached the kitchen Fiona was standing by the sink. “At his home? With his kids?” Her friend raised both brows. “That’s a date.”

      Of course it’s a date. I like him. I’m attracted to him.

      Just because they weren’t going out dining and dancing alone didn’t mean it was anything other than a real date.

      I shouldn’t go. I should keep to my plan and not get involved.

      But Callie knew it was too late for that.

      She arrived at the Preston home at exactly six o’clock. She grabbed her tote, locked the truck and headed toward the front porch. At the top of the few steps lay a sleepy-looking golden retriever who barely lifted its head at her presence. It made her smile, thinking of Tessa and her boundless energy.

      “That’s Harry,” said a small voice. A young boy stood behind the screen door. He opened it and stepped in front of her. “He’s very lazy.”

      She smiled “So I see. Not much of a guard dog, then?”

      Jamie giggled. “Nope. And he snores really loud.” He opened the door and stood to the side. “I’m Jamie—are you coming inside?”

      Callie filled her lungs with air and stepped across the threshold.

      The polished timber floors, brick-faced walls and warm textures of the furnishings appealed to her immediately. She caught sight of a huge stone fireplace and headed for it, settling her sandaled feet on a thick hearth rug in the middle of the room. The two sofas were covered in a soft caramel color, and a large stone lamp was nudged between them on a round coffee table. The sideboard along one wall was dotted with an assortment of bric-a-brac, most of it obviously created by young, eager hands. The warmth radiating in the room was undeniable and she experienced a deep longing behind her ribs.

      “This is the living room,” Jamie informed her. “And my TV.”

      “Your TV?” she asked, noticing the huge flat screen and shelving either side showcasing a few hundred movie titles.

      “Well, Dad’s, really. Do you like spiders?”

      “Well, I …”

      The sound of feet on floorboards caught her attention, and Callie turned as Noah came down a staircase at the rear of the living room.

      He stopped on the bottom step. “Hello.”

      She hadn’t realized the home had more than one level and he must have caught her look.

      “The loft,” he explained. “The previous owners used it for storage but it seemed a shame not to make use of the view up there, so I had it turned into a master bedroom.”

      “And bathroom,” Jamie supplied.

      Noah’s bedroom … where he slept. Callie was suddenly rooted to the spot, absorbed by the way he looked in worn jeans and a soft white T-shirt. His feet were bare and it seemed incredibly intimate somehow. His hair was damp, too, and she figured he’d just showered. Which made her think of soap and skin and water cascading over strong muscles. Before Callie could say anything the twins scrambled into the room on fast little feet and planted themselves in front of her.

      The little girl touched the hem of her dress. “Callie’s here!” she announced excitedly. “You look really pretty. Daddy won’t let me wear nail polish.”

      Callie smiled, amused despite the fierce pounding of her heart. “I wasn’t allowed to wear it either until I was …” She paused, looked at Noah and took a gamble. “Sixteen.”

      Noah smiled. “Good answer.” He dropped off the step and took a few paces toward СКАЧАТЬ