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Her Hometown Hero(47)



"You didn't like the last one?"

"I loved it. That's not the point. You don't have to buy me. In fact, you can't."

"That was never my intention. Like I told you before, I enjoy getting  you things. I enjoy the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about it. I  don't think you've been nearly spoiled enough and I plan on doing it for  a very long time-the rest of my life, actually."

There. He'd said it. She could either step up and face this with him, or  run and hide. He was through hiding. He'd done it most of his life,  always protecting his heart, worried about being rejected, abandoned.  Well, that wouldn't happen with her.

"It's almost Christmas, Spence. I . . . I still don't know what I think  about all this. I want to be with you-I do. But, I just need time. I  need for everything not to move so quickly."

He didn't know what to do. Should he let her retreat, build up walls  that were unnecessary? Or should he push her, make her accept what they  both knew to be true?

"We just need to be logical, to think about this," she continued. "We  don't want to rush into anything, and we certainly don't want our family  members to be the ones pulling the strings. I'm not a puppet."

"I have never thought you were a follower, Sage. Far from it," he said, temper creeping into his voice.

Yes, he was angry-thoroughly pissed off, in fact. He'd been walking on  eggshells in fear of offending her. But was she giving him the same  consideration? Did she care that he'd laid his heart out there for her?  No. Did that mean he was giving up? No. But it would certainly feel good  to shout.

"Love isn't logical, Sage. It isn't something you can put in a box, take  out when you want to play with it, and then put it back away when it  frightens you. It's imperfect, comes with fits of emotions, and makes  your insides flip out. There's no reason to it, and if it doesn't scare  the hell out of you, you aren't feeling it strongly enough. Love is  scary because when we love someone, we fear losing them. But without  love, what's the purpose of life? If we give ourselves over to love, we  win-we always will win."                       
       
           



       

"That doesn't make sense," she snapped, shooting up from the table. "Why  would anyone want to feel an emotion that turns them inside out? I'm  not afraid. I just like to make smart choices. That doesn't make me a  bad guy."

"It's not supposed to make sense!"

"Do you think bullying me will make me tell you what you want to hear?"

In less than a heartbeat, he moved to her, trapping her against the  counter, pressing his body close. Without a word, he bent down, captured  her lips, and drank in her flavor, groaning into her mouth when she  opened for him, when her hands came up and gripped his hair.

Pulling back, he looked deep in her eyes. "Now tell me to go away. Tell  me you don't love me, never want to see me again," he said before  kissing her again.

"I . . . I . . . I can't concentrate . . . can't think," she cried, her fingers gripping him tight.

He lifted her onto the counter and pulled her against him. Her robe had  parted, allowing her to feel how much she stirred him. With his fingers  in her hair, he kissed her again before drawing back.

"You don't need to think. You just need to feel. What do you feel, Sage? What do you want?"

It took all his restraint to keep from undoing his jeans and plunging  inside her. He could take her right now, light her on fire. But he  didn't want just her body-he wanted her heart.

She breathed heavily as he pressed against her, but her lips stayed  sealed. "I don't understand how you can do nothing but look at me. I'm  trying to give you everything," he said, frustration pushing him to act  almost irrationally. When she still said nothing, he lost what little  cool he had left.

"This was a mistake," he told her. "I shouldn't have come over." He  turned, upset with himself for caving in to his urges. He shouldn't have  kissed her. He already knew they had no trouble in the sex department.  He'd proven nothing by doing it.

"I'm just confused, Spence. I'm so confused," she cried out as he  reached the door, making him turn. He said nothing as he waited for her  to continue.

"I don't like this. I don't like to feel out of control. I don't like  not knowing what will happen next. I've never felt this way before. It's  not me. It's not pleasant. I . . . please understand."

Love shone in her eyes, but fear was its companion. She wasn't afraid of him-it was herself she feared.

"Then I'll give you time." But maybe it wouldn't work out after all.  Maybe she wouldn't be able to love him as much as he loved her. The very  thought sent sharp pains through him, body and soul. He left the  apartment not knowing what the future would hold.

He was at the bottom of the stairs when her door opened and he heard his name. He looked up to see Sage standing there.

"I love you, Spence, but . . . but it's just not enough."

The door shut, the click of the lock echoing down the stairs.

Spence bounded to the top of the stairs before he halted in his tracks.  Even if he pounded on the door, woke all the neighbors, and demanded she  come out, he knew she wouldn't open it again. But she'd called after  him. She hadn't let him just leave.

She'd given him . . . hope. She loved him. Joy coursed through him at  the realization. Yes, it was enough; yes, she would be his. His plans  were back on, and he had no doubt that the future Mrs. Whitman was going  to be his forever. Running a hand over the stubble on his jaw, he  laughed aloud as he descended the stairs and got into his truck.

Ravenously hungry for the first time since their fight a few days ago,  he headed to the local diner. A hearty breakfast followed by some phone  calls and everything would be back to normal. Picking up his phone, he  pressed in the familiar numbers.

"Dad, I need your help."





"You said what to him?"

Her grandmother was staring at her as if she'd grown three heads and was  spitting fire. Sage felt ashamed and didn't understand why. It wasn't  her grandmother who had the right to be upset; it was her.

"You were meddling in my life in a way that really wasn't okay, Grandma.  I'm all confused now, and I don't know what is happening. I did what I  had to do." Sage clutched her cup of hot chocolate so hard she was  surprised the cup didn't shatter. It would almost be a good thing if  that were to happen. At least then her hand would hurt instead of her  heart.

"He's perfect for you. And he wants to marry you. Instead of running away, you should embrace him, give him your heart."

"I won't even bother to discuss what you did to my career-and, perhaps,  to his. The point here is that it's my heart to give or keep, Grandma.  It's not right for people to interfere," she said more sternly than  she'd ever spoken to her grandma before. When Bethel winced, Sage felt  about two inches tall. "I'm sorry," she said. This had been a bad idea.                       
       
           



       

Bethel sniffled. "I just want you to be happy."

"I know. I'm sorry," Sage repeated.

"What is wrong with him? Did he hurt you? Was he rude? Should I have his  father take him out to the woodshed? A boy is never too old for that."

"No, Grandma," Sage gasped in horror. "He's been a perfect gentleman. And the Whitmans don't even own a woodshed."

"Well, then, what's the problem? If he loves you and you love him, why  be confused?" she asked, her eyes gleaming, making Sage suspect her  shattered look had been nothing but an act.

If Sage had been sure about that, she might have called her grandma out.  But if the woman was truly upset, Sage didn't want to make it worse.

"I know it was hard for you when you lost your parents," Bethel said.  "It was hard for me, too, darling. I raised your father, loved him more  than anyone in this world. You know I wasn't blessed with another child.  And then, when he married your mother, I got a daughter. Losing them  tore me apart. The only reason I kept on standing was because I had you  to look after. Situations in life happen for a reason-I'm sure of that.  Being afraid doesn't help. Don't be so fearful that you miss out on  something great." Bethel placed her warm hand gently over Sage's  clenched fingers, giving the young woman no choice but to unclench them.

"I just don't like being pushed. I don't like someone else deciding my  fate. I'm an adult now, and maybe I'm just not ready to get married-to  commit myself to one person for the rest of my life." Sage needed her  grandma to understand it was her decision, and hers alone.

"Oh, bah humbug. That's a bunch of fancy words. What does it matter how  the two of you met? What matters is how you feel about him."