Название: Long Time Coming
Автор: Rochelle Alers
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Kimani Arabesque
isbn: 9781472018922
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“Wasn’t the cat a he?”
Micah’s mysterious smile was back. “Not in this case.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Your hair, eyes and coloring remind of a lioness.”
Tessa wanted to tell Micah that he also reminded her of a predatory jungle cat but wanted to steer the conversation away from that of a personal nature.
“Have you eaten dinner?” she asked him.
He blinked once, seemingly startled by her question. “No, I haven’t. Why?”
She turned and walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. “I don’t know how long the electricity is going to be out, and rather than have my dinner spoil, I’m going to share it with you. Meanwhile you can tell me about your sister.” She glanced at Micah over her shoulder. She knew she’d surprised him with her offer. “Do you eat red meat?”
“Yes, I do.”
“How do you like your steak?”
“Medium-well.”
He peered at Tessa’s slender body outlined in a flickering golden glow. There was something about Tessa Whitfield’s exquisite face, beautifully modulated voice and aloof manner that he liked—a lot.
“Would you like some help?”
Tessa removed a platter with the marinated steak from a shelf. “No, thank you. I have everything under control,” she said, placing the platter on the counter next to the stove-top grill.
“What if I set the table?” Micah asked. He wanted and needed to do more than just stand around and stare at her.
She gave him a warm, open smile for the first time. “Okay.”
“Where can I wash my hands?”
She pointed to the cooking island. “Use that sink. I’m going to put a few candles in the downstairs bathroom before I go upstairs for the flashlight.”
Turning back his shirt cuffs, Micah washed his hands in a stainless-steel sink. He knew Rosalind Sanborn would have a hissy fit if she saw him washing his hands in the kitchen, but he was certain she would forgive this one infraction. What would have shocked his mother more was that he’d finally met a woman who had caught his interest even before she’d opened her mouth. And when she did speak, she’d enthralled him with the low, throaty timbre.
He smiled. Tessa Whitfield’s voice was the perfect match for her sultry look.
Tessa handed Micah a towel to dry his hands. “The dishes are in the cabinet above the dishwasher. And you’ll find flatware in a drawer under the butcher-block counter.”
She turned on the oven, then concentrated on draining the water from the potatoes and patting them dry before she placed the wedges in a plastic bag filled with an herb-and-olive-oil mixture. What she didn’t want to do was think about the tall man moving about her kitchen as if he had done it before. She placed the potatoes on a cookie sheet and put it into the preheated oven.
“What would you like to drink?” she asked.
“What are my choices?”
“You can have either water or wine.”
“Wine is good.”
“Red or blush?”
Micah halted putting steak knives on the table. “Red.”
“Come and select one.”
He crossed the kitchen and stood in front of a built-in subzero wine cellar. Dozens of bottles lay on their sides in precise rows. He opened the door, selected a Merlot and closed it quickly. If the power stayed off for any extended period of time, then there was no doubt Tessa’s perishable foodstuffs would have to be discarded.
Chapter 2
The distinctive ringing of the wall phone shattered the silence, and Tessa answered it. “Hello.”
“Thank goodness you’re home. I just turned on the television and heard about the blackout. Are you all right, Theresa?”
She smiled. Only her mother called her Theresa. “Yes, I am, Mama.”
“Don’t forget to tell her to check the windows and doors,” her father’s voice boomed in the background.
“Tell Dad they’re locked.”
There came a pause on the other end of the wire. “Your father said if the power is still out in the morning, he’ll drive down and bring you home.”
Tessa rolled her eyes upward. “My home is in Brooklyn, not Mount Vernon.” Why couldn’t Lucinda Whitfield accept that she was no longer a child but a thirty-one-year-old woman running a very successful business? “I don’t want to cut you short, but I have a client I have to talk to.”
“You’re conducting business during a blackout?”
“Yes. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You promise, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Love you, Theresa.”
“I love you, too, Mama.”
She hung up before her mother could lapse into a diatribe as to why she shouldn’t have set up Signature Bridals in Brooklyn. After all, her sister Simone ran a successful floral business out of her home in White Plains. All of her life she’d fought for her independence. Her parents—her father in particular—believed a woman couldn’t survive without the protection of a husband.
Although Tessa refused to conform to their outdated views, her older sister had. Simone had married her high school sweetheart, yet the union didn’t survive their fifth wedding anniversary. Tessa smiled. What she found incredible was that Simone and her mother had perfected the role of vapid female to an art form.
Micah thought because she owned and operated her own business she had to be a liberated woman. She was liberated—not in the literal sense of the word; however, what she’d done was fight a long and at times arduous battle to determine her own destiny. And during her personal struggles she’d had to make sacrifices in order to make Signature Bridals a success.
She had sacrificed love and marriage.
Tessa turned to find Micah staring at her as if he had never seen her before. “Do you need something?”
Micah blinked as if coming out of a trance.
I love you.
Whenever he heard a woman say the three words, he usually turned and headed in the opposite direction. He was able to accept a woman’s passion and companionship СКАЧАТЬ