Cecelia reclined in her bed with Nick in the afterglow of another amazing lovemaking session. Her cell phone buzzed on her nightstand.
At first she didn’t comprehend the sound, but then she grabbed her phone. She looked at the number for the incoming call. “Oh, my gosh. It’s Tim.”
Nick immediately sat up. “What? I thought he was out of the picture.”
“So did I,” she said as her phone continued to buzz.
“Are you going to pick up?” he asked.
She glanced at him in consternation. “How can I? I’m naked with another man.”
Nick frowned, meeting her gaze.
“Tell the truth. Would you pick up your phone in the same circumstance? If you were with me?” she said and frowned at him in return.
“Okay, okay,” he said, rising to lean against her headboard. “It’s still strange.”
She tried not to concentrate on his half-naked body, tousled hair and rough-and-ready expression. “I agree. I thought he was done with me.”
“And were you upset?” he asked, stroking his fingers through her hair.
“Well,” she said. “I might have been upset, but I got distracted,” she said. “By you.”
He chuckled and drew her against him. “Good for me,” he said.
Cecelia tucked her head under his chin. “Nick, tell me the truth. Am I just one of your harem?”
“Never, Cecelia. You could never be lumped in a group,” he said.
Cecelia hoped his answer was true, but she couldn’t escape her doubts about Nick’s true feelings for her when hers seemed to growing for him each day. She feared falling in love with Nick and being by herself with her strong feelings while he was just having fun with her. The prospect tortured her and she didn’t feel as if she could talk about it with anyone. After all, their relationship was supposed to be secret.
Cecelia was so desperate that she composed an anonymous letter to the Wisdom by Winona column in the Rust Creek Rambler, the local newspaper. Winona Cobbs was a well-known psychic from Whitehorn, Montana, who had recently come to Rust Creek Falls, and many people in town had noticed that her predictions were correct more often than not. Cecelia asked the psychic how she could know if a man was in love with her. Surprisingly enough, Cecelia’s letter was printed.
Cecelia studied the column and felt her stomach clench. She couldn’t believe she’d put her hopes and feelings on the line like that. Wisdom by Winona replied to Cecelia’s question, saying that a man was already in love with her. But she would have to pay careful attention to discover his identity. Cecelia reread Winona’s words several times. Oh, how she wished she could believe Winona was speaking of Nick, but she feared she was hoping for something that wasn’t going to happen.
As much as Cecelia loved being the focus of Nick’s attention, she was starting to feel a little claustrophobic staying in her room so long every evening. When Nick came knocking on Thursday night, she greeted him by shaking her head. “I need to get out. I’ve spent too much time in my room lately.”
“You don’t like what we do in your room?” he asked in a flirty, bad-boy voice that gave her goose bumps.
“I didn’t say that,” she said. “I just need a break.”
“We could go to the Ace in the Hole” he said without much enthusiasm. “If we go anywhere else, someone is bound to talk.”
“Does that bother you? If people talk?” she asked.
His face flickered with irritation. “I don’t want anyone giving you or me advice. For me, being with you is like being on an island. I don’t want it polluted with other people’s comments or opinions,” he said and paused. “I have an idea. I’ll get some sandwiches and doughnuts from the bakery and some hot chocolate. Meet me at my truck in fifteen minutes.”
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said with a smile. “No need to dress up. This is definitely casual.”
Curious and a little excited, Cecelia counted down the minutes. While she waited for time to pass, she put on lipstick and pulled her hair loose from its ponytail. She debated wearing a skirt, but since she had no idea where they were going, she decided to stick with her jeans.
After fourteen minutes had passed, she bounded down the stairs, eager to see where Nick was taking her. Melba called to her from the den, where the light from the television danced on the wall.
“Hey there, sweetie, what are you up to?” Melba asked, rising from the sofa. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
Cecelia hoped the savvy woman couldn’t see through her. “Long work days.”
“You must be tired at night. This is the first I’ve seen of you except the mornings. You make sure you’re not working too hard. We don’t want you getting sick again,” Melba said.
“Oh, I won’t,” Cecelia promised, feeling her cheeks heat. If Melba knew what she and Nick were doing she’d kick both of them out of the rooming house. Melba told everyone when they moved in that she didn’t want any hanky-panky going on in her house. “I’m just going to get a sandwich and a doughnut,” she said. “You and Gene have a good evening.”
“Thank you,” Melba said. “Take care now.”
Cecelia raced down the steps from the front porch and down the street to where Nick sat in his car with the motor running. She climbed inside and sighed. “I’m afraid Melba is going to find out about us and kick us out.”
“What?” he asked, staring at her.
“I came downstairs and she asked a lot of questions about where I’ve been at night lately. I told her I’d just been working hard, but I don’t know, Nick. She’s smart. If she finds out, it will be so embarrassing. Plus, I’ll be homeless,” she said.
“She doesn’t know anything,” he said and pulled onto the road. “You’re just being a little paranoid. She’s got enough to do with the rooming house that she doesn’t have time to check everyone’s room at night. Relax. Drink some hot chocolate,” he said, pointing to one of two cups in the beverage holder.
Still nervous, Cecelia decided some soothing hot chocolate couldn’t hurt. She took a few sips and began to calm down.
“Better?” he asked her.
“Yes, thank you.” She took another sip. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Soon enough,” he said and took the road out of town. He turned the radio to a country music station.
Cecelia was curious, but she could tell Nick wasn’t going to tell her anything until he got ready, so she forced herself to relax as much as she could. Twenty minutes later, he slowed down and pulled onto a dirt road. It was actually more of a dirt path. He drove another quarter of a mile and came to a stop.
He turned to her and smiled. “Here we are.”
Cecelia looked out her window into the dark night. “Where is here?”
“It’s my land,” he said. “I bought it two days ago.”
“Really?” she said in surprise and opened her car door to step outside and look. “I thought you were going to wait awhile.”
Carrying a bag from the doughnut shop, Nick joined her. “I got a good price on the land, so I went ahead and got it. I’m obviously not ready to move yet. No electrical or plumbing hookup,” he joked.
“True,” she said. “But if Melba kicked you out, at least you’ll have a place to camp.”
He laughed at the suggestion. “Melba’s not gonna kick us out. Here,” he said, pulling a wrapped sandwich from the bag. “Dinner by moonlight.”
She smiled, thinking of all the so-called dates she’d had recently, she liked this one best. She knew it was the company. She took a few bites of her sandwich. “Thanks,” she said. “This is nice.”
He shook his head. “It’s not a steak dinner in Kalispell.”
“Nope,” she said. “But it’s nice and quiet. Good sandwich. Good time.” She finished her sandwich. “And I sure hope you got me a chocolate doughnut.”
“Oh, I got you a plain one,” he said.
She shot him a look of consternation. “Plain. You know I like chocolate.”
He laughed. “Just kidding. Of course I got you a chocolate doughnut. Got one for me, too.”
They stood there for the next several moments soaking up the moonlight and eating their doughnuts. Sipping the last of her hot chocolate, she started to feel a little lost. “Must be nice to have a real plan for your life. Most of the time, I feel like I’m drifting from one thing to the next.”
Nick took her hand in his. “You do a lot of good here in Rust Creek Falls. There are a lot of people who count on you.”
“Maybe,” she said, wondering what would happen when Nick got tired of her. How would she handle staying in Rust Creek Falls? It wasn’t as if they had a real future. Her heart tightened at the thought. “For now,” she said and pulled her hand from his.
Just two days later, Will and Beth were to be married in the living room of Will’s home. They’d asked Melba and her husband, Gene, to attend, along with Nick and Cecelia. Nick casually invited Cecelia to ride with him. “No need to take two vehicles.”
Cecelia wore her dress and boots and fixed her hair.
“You look nice,” Nick told her as she got into his truck.
“Thanks,” she said, and drank in the sight of Nick dressed for the wedding. She’d seen him in jeans and naked. At the moment, he looked like a devil in a suit. His natural sexiness would prevent him from ever looking too proper. “You look nice, too.”
“Thanks,” he said and shot her a naughty glance. “I wonder what it would take to get you out of that dress. Or maybe I just want you to keep it on the first time. I can’t remember the last time I saw you in a dress.”
Surprised, yet a little aroused by his suggestion, Cecelia shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re even thinking about that right now.”
“You’d be surprised how much I think about it,” he said.
Cecelia bit on her lip. “You’re making me nervous,” she said. “And I’m already a little nervous about this wedding. I know I wanted them to get together, but do you think they’re rushing it?”
“It’s not up to us to tell them how to run their relationship. I’m glad if talking to Will helped him realized how much he wants Beth in his life. They’re both adults. They should know what they want.”
Cecelia nodded. “True,” she said. “It’s just so fast.”
“Maybe when you get to be their age, you don’t believe in wasting time,” he said.
“True again. I just want them to be happy,” she said.
“Stop worrying. We’re going to this thing to wish them a wonderful future. I wouldn’t normally encourage a man toward marriage, but I think Will and Beth will be good for each other.”
Cecelia felt a pinch at Nick’s reminder of his opinion of marriage. In his mind, it was for other men. Not him. She should remember that. It was just very difficult to think about his commitment to not being committed when she was holding him in her arms and he was kissing her as if she were the only woman in the world. Even though she knew she wasn’t the only woman in the world, especially Nick’s world.
The more she thought about it, the more her stomach hurt so much she couldn’t talk. Although Will didn’t live that far away, the moments of silence seemed to crawl by.
“You got quiet,” Nick finally said. “Are you still worried about Beth and Will?”
She shook her head. “No. I think you’re right. They’re old enough to know what they’re doing.”
“Good,” he said with a firm nod. “No need for you to be worrying about anything.”
And that was where he was wrong, but she bit her tongue to keep from confessing her fears. Her feelings for Nick seemed to be growing exponentially every day. If he knew that little fact, he’d probably run screaming from her. For a terrible half moment, Cecelia wondered if it would hurt less if she did the running first. The problem with running from Nick was that she didn’t know if she could bear the prospect of never holding him in her arms again.
Cecelia’s stomach twisted again. She had gotten in too deep with this. She wondered how she was possibly going to survive this...affair. She hated the word, but she needed to stop fooling herself.
A few moments later, Nick pulled into the Duncans’ driveway. Cecelia got out and reached into the backseat for the small gift she’d brought them, along with a spaghetti casserole.
“I’ll carry it for you. That was nice of you to fix a meal and get a gift. I just got them a card and a gift certificate to a grocery store,” Nick said and carried both the casserole and the gift to the front porch.
“The gift is a wedding picture frame. I brought my camera and I’m hoping I can give them a photo from today to put in it. I know they’re not going on a honeymoon, so I thought Beth might like at least one night off from cooking.”
“I’m sure they’ll be glad to get it,” Nick said, balancing the casserole and gift in one hand as he knocked on the front door.
Cecelia heard the scurry of little feet just before the door opened. Eyes wide with excitement, Will’s granddaughter stared up at them. “We’re getting married!”
Nick chuckled. “So you are. I have some food I need to put in the fridge. Can you let us in?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, practically dancing with happiness. She wore a tiara, dress and slippers with bunny ears. The combination was magical.
“You’re wearing such a pretty dress,” Cecelia said to the little girl as Nick took the casserole to the kitchen.
“Mimi Beth got it for me,” she said proudly, twirling in a circle. “I love purple.”
“It looks beautiful,” Cecelia said. “And I love your shoes.”
“I love bunnies, too,” the little girl said. “I gotta go see Mimi Beth again,” she said and skipped down the hallway.
Cecelia glanced after her. “Just precious.”
“You gotta watch that kind,” Nick said. “She’ll have you wearing a pink boa and playing tea party before you know it.”
“I would love to see you wearing a pink boa,” Cecelia said.
“When hell freezes over,” he said.
Cecelia couldn’t resist teasing. “What a shame. It would be such a turn-on,” she said in what she hoped sounded like a sexy voice. Heaven knew, she didn’t have much practice.
Nick shot her a look of surprise. “Oh, really?” he said and lowered his voice. “I had no idea you had a little kinky side.”
Cecelia giggled and he immediately caught on to her game.
“That’s a little evil. You shouldn’t taunt a guy like that,” he warned.
“I don’t think you’ve been deprived lately,” she retorted.
“I feel deprived if I can’t be kissing you whenever I want,” he whispered.
A rush of heat scored through her as Will approached them, walking with his cane. “There you are,” he said and extended his hand to Nick. “I’m so glad you two came.”
Cecelia forced herself to switch gears from the sensual invitation in Nick’s voice. “We wouldn’t miss it,” she said and reached to hug Will. He was dressed in a dark suit that looked brand-new, and he looked so proud Cecelia thought he might burst.
“Are you doing okay? Any nerves?” Nick asked.
“Not too bad,” Will said. “I told Beth I get concerned that she may change her mind after she lives with us for a while, and she told me she’ll reassure me every day. That son of hers is a good boy, too. Almost a man. I’m darn lucky,” he said and shook his head.
The minister waved them into the room and Will cocked his head toward the living room. “Time to get this show on the road. Melba and Gene are already waiting.”
Cecelia joined Nick in the family room, where a bouquet of roses sat on a table and Melba waved from the other side of the room. Their landlord wore a faded pink floral dress edged with lace. Dressed in pants, a white shirt and tie, Beth’s son, Ryan, and Will’s grandson, Jacob, stood next to each other, looking slightly uncomfortable but at the same time pleased.
The minister turned to Beth’s son. “You can go get your mother and escort her into the room.”
Jacob turned on a small CD player and a romantic country tune filled the air. Melba reached for a tissue and sniffed.
Cecelia felt a surge of sentimental emotion and sniffed, too.
Nick handed her a handkerchief.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Seconds later, little Sara entered the room, sprinkling the wooden floor with pink rose petals. Beth, wearing a cream, lacy dress with a hem that stopped just below her knee, appeared in the doorway with her son. She looked straight at Will and the radiance on her face made Cecelia’s chest tighten with emotion. Cecelia looked at Will and his love and devotion shone in his eyes.
Cecelia had never felt as if she was an overly emotional woman, but witnessing the love between them did something to her. It was all she could do not to start weeping. Blinking back tears, she took slow, shallow breaths. Why was she reacting this way? she asked herself. Distressed, she slid a sideways glance at Nick. It was his fault, she realized. She was all worked up and emotional because she’d gotten involved with Nick. Cecelia was going to have to get herself under control. She didn’t know how, but she had to do it. This kind of emotion was going to ruin her life if she didn’t.
“Dearly beloved,” the minister began, and Cecelia watched as Beth and Will joined their lives and families. She couldn’t remember a more beautiful wedding, and Cecelia got Nick’s handkerchief wet enough she figured she’d better buy a new one for him.
After the sweet ceremony, everyone toasted the bride and groom with assorted beverages. The kids drank a little soda, while the adults drank just a little wine. Beth had baked a cake and everyone enjoyed a piece. The boys ditched their ties as soon as possible and camped in front of the television to watch a football game.
Beth and Will just seemed to glow. “Thank you so much for coming,” she said to Cecelia then turned to Nick. “And thank you for talking to Will.”
Nick coughed with discomfort. “I think he would have come around on his own,” Nick said. “I just may have sped things up a little bit.”
“No need to put off happiness at our age,” Will said and put his arm around Beth. He looked at her with adoring eyes then turned back to Nick and Cecelia. “No need to put off happiness at any age,” he said and laughed.
Cecelia blinked, wondering if the older man was hinting. She wondered if he sensed there was anything going on between her and Nick. Her cheeks heated in self-consciousness. Wanting more than anything to take the attention off herself, she clasped her hands together.
“Congratulations again to both of you,” she said. “We are so happy for you.”
“Yes, we are,” Nick said. “And I think it’s time we let these young ones get started with their married life. Y’all take care, now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said with a wink that made everyone laugh.
Cecelia and Nick left for the car and she let out a breath of relief. “You don’t think Will knows about us, do you?” she asked Nick as he started the car.
“No. Will doesn’t know. You’re just paranoid,” he said.
Maybe she was, she hoped, and noticed that Nick looked as cool as a cucumber. “It must be nice to not feel worried about hiding a sexual relationship. You must have a lot of experience,” she said, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from her voice.
He just chuckled. “I don’t usually have to hide my relationships, but Will and Beth are too wrapped up in each other and their families to notice much about anyone else.”
Cecelia thought about what he’d said and nodded. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am. I’m also thinking we don’t have to wait until dark to spend some time together,” he said.
She glanced at him in surprise. “Why do you say that?”
“Melba and Gene won’t be home for a while. Let’s make good use of the time,” he said in a low, husky voice that sent a ripple of sensual awareness inside her.
She bit her lip. Cecelia had just about decided she needed to slow things down between them. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth. “I’ll show you what a good idea it is when we get back to the rooming house.”
She looked at his strong hand holding hers and that mouth that did such wicked, wonderful things to her. Cecelia felt her good sense leaking away.
All the while home, he toyed with her hand, lacing his fingers through hers, rubbing his thumb over the inside of her palm and then inside her wrist. Cecelia felt a shocking arousal in all her sensitive places.
He was just touching her hand. Why was she getting so worked up?
As much as she tried to tell herself that her reaction was ridiculous, it didn’t prevent her from her need. By the time Nick pulled the truck next to the rooming house, she was hotter than a firecracker.