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By:Susan Crosby


He unbuttoned her top and found her flesh, the soft and the hard of her.  She arched her back, offering herself, and he dragged his tongue under  the soft flesh and over the hard, then he drew her nipple into his  mouth, toying with it, teasing her. He felt her hand settle at his  waist. She dragged it down him, cupped him, making the pulse there pound  rhythmically, potently. He moved her against the wall, slipped a hand  inside her pajama bottoms, let his fingers explore the warm wetness of  her, eased a finger inside as he lifted his head and watched her face.  Her head fell forward. She sank her teeth into his shoulder as her hips  moved frantically then went motionless, but still taut and arched  forward. Then she moved, steadily, powerfully. He gloried in her  response.

She finally slowed, relaxed. He buttoned her pajamas, picked up her robe and tossed it onto the bed.

"What about-"

"Shh," he said, kissing her. "That was risky enough. See you in the morning."

He made his way to his bedroom, yanked off his clothes and stepped into  the shower, not cold, but not too hot, either. Her scent mingled with  the steam, filling the space. He didn't want to wash it away, but he  reached for the soap anyway.

The complications just kept getting deeper.

And so did his feelings.





Thirteen





"I thought it was just gonna be us," Kevin said the next day, his arms crossed. They'd just finished lunch.

Caryn put the leftovers in the refrigerator, letting James deal with Kevin.

"Lyndsey is a CPA. Her husband, Nate Caldwell, is one of the owners of  the firm I work for. We need their help, especially Lyndsey's. They're  on their way from the airport now."

"Where will they stay?"

"In my room. I'll sleep on the couch."

Kevin tossed his napkin on the counter. "How many more people are you gonna tell about how Dad messed up?"

Caryn met James's gaze. She understood Kevin's hurt, but she knew they  both had to swallow their pride if they wanted to resolve everything.  How James stayed so cool amazed her, especially when Kevin got visibly  angry.

"Do you want answers? Do you want to get back to your life?" James asked.

Kevin nodded, once, rigidly.

"Then this is the fastest way. They won't tell anyone."

"But they'll know."

"They know much worse about a lot of people."

"That makes it okay?" Kevin stalked out of the room.

Caryn saw him veer into the living room, so she guessed he was going  back to work. It was her first moment alone with James since … last night.  He gave her a crooked smile that said more than words.

"So, how are you?" he asked.

"Somewhat … satisfied," she said, flirting. "How about you?"

"Not."

"I offered."

"I hope to take you up on that offer one of these days."

Whew. When he turned his attention to something, he did it all the way.  She felt the heat from his eyes from across the counter. "You're very  patient with him, James."

"No reason to lose patience. Plus, today …  It's hard on both of you."

Caryn hadn't awakened with the anniversary on her mind, but James  instead. It hadn't taken long for her to remember, but for a few moments  she was just a woman like any other woman, trying to figure out a man,  trying to do what was best for her son and herself, trying to move  forward in life.

The doorbell rang. Caryn followed James to the door, was introduced to  the couple, Lyndsey with her curly brown hair and green glasses that  matched her eyes, and Nate with his attractive blond surfer looks. James  offered them lunch, which they declined, took them to the office and  left them there to work, then he, Caryn and Kevin dived into the rest of  the boxes.

Hours went by. Even with music playing in the background, the house  seemed extraordinarily quiet, Caryn thought as she watched Kevin and  James working side by side, their heads together, examining a stack of  papers. How alike they were. And yet different. Some of Paul was in  Kevin, too, in a few of his gestures and word inflections. And some of  herself, too, she hoped, things she probably never noticed.

Nate wandered in. "Do you have the IOUs, Caryn?"                       
       
           



       

"Aren't they in there?"

"No."

She looked around the room. "They wouldn't be with these materials. I kept them- Oh. I kept them in one of my cookbooks."

Everyone zeroed in on her. "I figured Kevin would never open one," she  said with a shrug. "I was going to rent a safe-deposit box, but I  forgot. I'll go get them."

"I will," Kevin said, standing, then hesitating. "Look, my plans tonight  were with Emmaline. Can I go there after I get the receipts?"

Caryn looked at James and nodded slightly.

"It's okay with me," he said. "Except you can't drive yourself."

Kevin crossed his arms. "I'm not going to see Venus. That's a promise. I told you we were only friends."

"Someone will come get you in the morning," James said. "Sleep in, if  you want, then give us a call. My mother makes the best waffles."

Caryn saw James look outside to evaluate how dark it was. Dark enough,  she decided, when he said to Nate, "Could you take him in my BMW? You  can leave and return through the garage that way. Kevin, you need to-"

"Crouch down in the back seat. I know. Same rules as coming."

After Kevin and Nate left the room, James looked at Caryn. "We should be  thinking about dinner, I guess. We'll just order in. Got a favorite in  mind?"

"I like everything. You might ask Lyndsey, though. Pregnant women sometimes can't tolerate certain foods."

"Pregnant?" He looked in the direction of the office.

Caryn put a hand over her mouth, appalled at herself. "I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew. Oh, shoot."

"How can you tell?"

"I just … can."

"Hmm. I wonder why they haven't said anything. Dana, the wife of Sam  Remington, one of the other L.A. partners is pregnant, too. They  announced it last week."

"Well, don't bring it up to Nate or Lyndsey. They must have a reason for  keeping it to themselves. Just ask what kind of food she and Nate would  like."

"Yeah, okay."

Caryn took a moment to stretch her legs. After he went out the doorway  she sat in James's overstuffed chair and closed her eyes. It had felt  all day like a family day. Her eyes stung at the crazy thought. Their  relationship was so new and so strange, yet it felt natural and normal  and … right.

"Lyndsey says anything with mashed potatoes," James said, returning.

"Comfort food."

"I know just the place." He left again then just as quickly returned and  walked right up to her. He leaned his hands on the arms of the chair  and kissed her, and nothing short and sweet, either, but a kiss that  felt distinctly like foreplay. She brought her hands to his face,  slipped her thumbs along his lips.

James suddenly turned his head toward the door. Caryn didn't see anything.

"I think we were observed, Mysterious."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not as far as I'm concerned. Lyndsey knows how to keep secrets. I'd better go see what she wanted, though."

Some kiss, Caryn thought. Some amazing kiss.

A while later, the four adults ate a leisurely dinner of Mama Jo's Down  Home Comfort Food-chicken and dumplings, mashed potatoes, corn, and  banana pudding-while dissecting what Nate and Lyndsey had learned so  far.

"My roughest preliminary estimate," Lyndsey said, "is that Paul could  have owed the eight hundred thousand dollars that you paid, but I doubt  it was actually that much. Any wins would be applied to the debt. Pay up  or else." She shrugged at Caryn. "I've handled quite a few cases like  this at ARC. I recognize the pattern."

"So, you're making an educated guess," James said.

"That's what it amounts to, yes. I've got more to check, though." She yawned.

"Tomorrow," Nate said, sliding an arm around her shoulder. "You've done enough for today."

James looked at his watch. Not even eight o'clock and Lyndsey was ready  for bed. Caryn must be right about the pregnancy. "Yes, tomorrow is  fine," James said.

"I'm all right-"

Nate shook his head. He and his wife exchanged a look, then Nate added,  "We're going to spend the night with Sam and Dana, though. I'm sorry we  didn't let you know right away. Lyndsey and Dana want to catch up, and  I've got some business with Sam. It worked out that they were in San  Francisco for the weekend. Plus I'd like him to take a look at the  IOUs."

James wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He and Caryn would  have the house to themselves. He didn't offer even token resistance to  the plan. He did note, however, that Caryn got awfully busy with  clearing the table, never once making eye contact.