Our Now and Forever(66)
Snow moaned for the third time as she gripped her headboard tighter. “Oh, yes. Right there,” she said, her voice breathy and desperate.
“Right here?” Caleb asked, his voice syrupy as he circled the same delicate spot over and over.
“Uh-huh.” Snow’s entire body melted in pure pleasure. “How did I go without this for so long?” she asked.
Caleb dropped a kiss on her big toe. “I don’t know, darling. How did you?”
She opened one eye and shot her husband a warning look. “Don’t get smug down there, Mr. McGraw. But it’s nice to know that if your job at the paper ever falls through, you have a lucrative career in foot massage to fall back on.”
Increasing the pressure on her arch, Caleb ignored her comment. “What do you know about Spencer Boyd and Carrie Farmer?” he asked.
Snow’s eyes popped open. What was that question about?
“I know Carrie is Spencer’s ex-wife,” she said. “And that they’re good friends.”
The foot massage stopped. “She was his wife?”
“Hey,” Snow said, shaking her foot. “Are we talking or massaging?”
“Relax,” he said, returning to his task. “I can do both. So Lorelei knows about them?”
Snuggling deeper into her pillow, Snow answered, “Sure, she knows.”
“Huh,” Caleb said. “And she’s fine with her fiancé being in love with someone else?”
Snow jerked her foot out of Caleb’s grasp as she sat up. “Her fiancé what?”
“I can’t be the only one who sees it,” Caleb said. “He hovers over her. Drives her to her appointments. If Lorelei is fine with it, then good for them, but I couldn’t handle that.”
Though she appreciated knowing her husband was against either of them falling in love with someone else, she needed to disabuse Caleb of his highly erroneous assumption.
“Spencer Boyd is not in love with his ex-wife. He loves Lorelei, and he always has.”
“But you said he was married to Carrie.”
“He was,” she explained, “but that was while Lorelei was in LA trying to be an actress and he thought she wasn’t coming back.”
Caleb’s head tilted. “So he married Carrie, even though he loved Lorelei?”
Why did she have to land the only man on the planet who possessed a feminine view on love?
“Of course he didn’t.” Snow struggled for a way to explain her friends’ situation. Though to be honest, she never totally understood the whole story herself. “After Lorelei broke his heart, Spencer moved on with his life. He married Carrie, whom he loved and thought he’d spend the rest of his life with, but life happens, you know? Their marriage ended, she married someone else, and eventually Lorelei came back to him. Happy endings all around.”
“Except for Carrie,” Caleb pointed out. “Her husband died, remember?”
“Yes,” Snow agreed. “But her husband was a wife beater who got himself killed at a bar. So, really, she’s better off without him.” She slid her foot back under his nose and wiggled her toes. “Now, please tell me you haven’t shared your cockamamie theory with anyone else.”
Massaging the back of her heel, Caleb asked, “Who says cockamamie anymore?”
“Tell me you haven’t spread some rumor about Spencer cheating on Lorelei.”
“Of course not,” he said, sounding offended. “I’m not an idiot. But are you sure I’m wrong?”
Snow nodded, closing her eyes and letting the tension leave her shoulders. How Caleb found the exact right spots she did not know. But oh, was she thankful he did.
“I’m positive. The other night, Lorelei referred to Carrie as the little sister she never had. I admit, it appears to be a weird situation from the outside, which Lorelei readily admits, but there’s nothing salacious going on.”
“That’s good,” Caleb said, sliding his hands up her calf. “Because I like Spencer, and I’d hate to lose respect for him.”
She opened her eyes to watch him drop a kiss on her knee. The zing nearly shot out her ears as Snow’s body started to melt. “You really don’t like infidelity, do you?” Snow asked.
Caleb looked up after kissing the inside of her thigh. “No, I don’t. I’ve seen up close what it can do to people.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, struggling to concentrate as he worked his way up her body. With every touch, the need pitched higher.
Shaking his head, Caleb dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “Not tonight,” he said. “It’s time for a different kind of massage.”