“This might help too.” Picking up the champagne bottle, he poured her a glass. Then she swiped a couple of strawberries and headed to the door of her adjoining room.
“Thank you,” she said before closing him out.
He’d never felt so close to happiness—and yet so far. She was getting naked right on the other side of that door. He imagined steam rolling out, begging him to follow like a trail of breadcrumbs. It drove him crazy knowing how much she loved soaking in the tub, the sweet-smelling steam, her soft skin…
But damn it, making love to her was not why he’d brought her on this trip. Nor had he asked for adjoining rooms. The hotel staff had simply assigned them, without realizing it would drive him absolutely bonkers.
Burying himself in work was the only remedy. Not on his company or the new product launch, but on tackling the next lead that could help locate Ari’s brother. Picking up his cell, he called his PI again and put Rafe to work on the next of kin for the slain soldiers on Gideon’s team.
Ari had told him more today about the friends she made in foster care, her band of sisters, just like the Mavericks were his brothers. Being a foster kid wasn’t war, but bad things happened. It didn’t have to be physical abuse—the verbal kind was just as bad. His father had proved that time and again. And Matt saw how Evan’s wife, Whitney, could slice his friend to the bone with a few well-aimed words. At least, that seemed to be her goal, whether her aim hit the mark with Evan or not. But where Matt couldn’t find a way to help his friend with his bad marriage, at least he could help Ari.
She’d not only dealt with losing her family and ending up in the foster system, but she’d survived with a joy for life he could never have imagined from someone in her circumstances. Finding her brother would make her life complete.
If he failed her…
Damn it, he wouldn’t let himself think that way.
When his phone rang a moment later, he picked up, saying, “Hey, Will, I was just about to call and check on Noah.”
“Noah’s great. He and Harper and Jeremy are playing Chutes and Ladders right now. She’s as crazy about your kid as the rest of us. And Jeremy never wants him to leave.”
Harper was the mothering type. It wouldn’t be too long after the wedding before he’d be buying baby booties for them. Will’s childhood had been as bad as Matt’s—but he’d come a long way since then. Matt knew his friend and fellow Maverick was going to be a hell of a dad.
“Thanks for taking such good care of him.”
“Always. How are things going down your way?”
Matt had explained the situation when he’d asked Will to take Noah. “Not as much luck as I’d like. Zach Smith was a great guy and filled Ari in on some of the past years, but he hasn’t seen Gideon since they got back.”
“Anything you need from me, just let me know.” Will didn’t know Ari well, but from the tone of his voice, Matt could tell he wished there’d been better news. “How’s Ari taking it?”
“She’s putting up a good front. We’ve got a couple of leads on where he intended to go after he got out, so hopefully those will turn up something positive. Can you keep Noah another night or two?”
“No problem. Mrs. Taylor made a huge batch of chocolate-chip cookies to keep him going. Here’s the little guy now.”
After Will handed Noah the phone, Matt said, “Hey, buddy, I hear you’re having lots of fun with everyone. I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too, Daddy. And Ari. She would have so much fun playing our game.”
“I know she would. She’s taking a bath, otherwise she’d be here to say hi too. She misses you—she told me that lots of times today.”
“Can you give her a good-night kiss for me?”
Matt swallowed past a lump in his throat. “Of course I can. She’ll love that.”
“Love you, Daddy! I gotta go, it’s my turn now.”
“A good-night kiss for your nanny, huh?” Will said when he picked up the phone.
Matt laughed as if Will was crazy for insinuating that he’d made anything sexual out of his kid’s sweet request. But even to his ears, that laughter sounded hollow.
Because he wanted nothing more than to give Ari a good-night kiss.
One that lasted all night long.
Chapter Eighteen
“What would you like to eat?” Matt asked over champagne. Their corner of the restaurant was out of the way, the lights low, candlelight flickering.
Ari fluttered the menu in front of her, setting off a breeze of the floral salts she’d bathed in. When he’d knocked on her door, the room had been awash in fragrance. And his mind had been awash in her.