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Any Time, Any Place(24)

By:Jennifer Probst


"No, thanks."

He unwrapped the foil and popped one in his mouth. Immediately, the creamy morsel melted on his tongue and gave him a tiny sugar bump, soothing his nerves. He got the second one ready to go. Time to direct the conversation back to its original roots. "What made you want to buy this place, then? Movie star never worked out?" 

She paused, as if recognizing his deliberate attempt to avoid the subject of his family, but then she seemed to relax. "Nah, I liked the idea of being a star, but I didn't want to actually take acting lessons, voice lessons, dance lessons, and spend my youth waiting in audition lines while I waitressed. I was a bit of a hobo. Traveled, took odd jobs, bummed places to live."

He popped the second Hershey bar into his mouth. "Not many people have the guts to do that. We're too tied to a college education and a job so we can raise our two-point-four kids with a BMW in the driveway."

She wrinkled her nose. "I was never interested in having children young, and I despise BMWs. Unless it's a convertible, of course."

"Of course. Where'd you travel?"

She gave a little sigh. "Italy. Spain. Paris. Amsterdam. I did a cross-country trip from California to New York, hitting every hidden spot I could possibly find. I wasn't tied to anything but the thought of what was around the next corner."

A woman after his own heart. He'd been ruthlessly trained to be a part of Pierce Brothers Construction since he was two years old. He'd rarely questioned it because there had been no other option, and thank God he liked the work. But heading out to California for five years had soothed his wild soul. Imagining a trip across the United States and the world was a dream for the very brave who rolled the dice and took the gamble. Raven was a rare breed of woman. Why did she want to ruin her freedom by getting married? Wouldn't a husband crush the beauty of her need to be free? He wanted to ask but figured she'd retreat back to her iciness, and he was enjoying her openness too much.

"It sounds amazing. Are you originally from Harrington?"

She shook her heeled foot, then abruptly stopped. Funny, she definitely wasn't one to be chatty about herself. It only made him want more facts about her past. "A few towns over," she finally said.

"What made you stop traveling?"

"I needed to stop running," she said simply.

Her answer shook him to the core. Needing more, he leaned forward, locking his gaze with hers. "Why?"

Too late. Obviously spooked from what she had shared, Raven jumped up from the chair in a flurry of activity. "I have to go. We're good here?"

"Yeah. We're good." Dismissed, Dalton rose, filing his papers back into the organized folders. "I'll see you Tuesday morning. Text or call if you have any questions. My private cell number is on here." He plucked a card from his wallet and pressed it into her outstretched palm.

A shock bolted right through him the moment his fingers brushed hers.

WTF?

She jerked back, eyes wide as a strange energy enveloped both of them in an almost misty fog. His dick roared to life, aching hard, and Dalton gripped her hand as he tried to figure out why his heart twisted in a longing ache for something he didn't know.

"Raven?"

Her name ripped from his lips as a question.

Pure fear flickered over her face. She snatched her hand from his, cradling it tight to her chest, and whirled away from him. "See you Tuesday."

He opened his mouth to call out for her, but she'd already disappeared.





chapter eight




Raven woke up with test stomach.

Holding back a groan, she tried to breathe past it. It was a condition that had plagued her all through school, even though she'd never been a nerd or obsessed with perfect grades. It was more like being at the mercy of a lousy number. One wrong answer, even though she knew the material, could skew an entire letter grade. Her father used to make her plain toast with a touch of marmalade to help soothe her stomach. He'd always known test days and anticipated her needs.




 

 

God, she missed him.

Fighting back a sigh, she checked the mirror before she headed out to the bar. She donned her usual outfit: jeans, tank, and Skechers sneakers with high wedges. She left her hair loose and messy, since she wasn't serving food, and deliberately veered away from makeup. No need to impress the man. They were both there for business, and maybe she'd gain more traction on his past. The image of his face turning cold and hard when he told her about the car accident haunted her. She'd been so intent on digging for information, she hadn't prepared for the emotion behind it. He was someone who understood what it felt like to lose a parent in an accident. Somehow, she'd kept her idea of him separate from any feelings, as if his accusations against her father had numbed him to the power of grief. She was just beginning to realize it was going to be harder than she thought to revisit the past.