As if realizing her sudden stiffness, Sean casually rested his hand on her knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze and never looked away from Garrett and Sam.
"It's hard to run away from Ma in her own house," Garrett said in resignation. "She'll just hunt us down and give us the look."
Sam chuckled. "Damn shame when grown men are reduced to a bunch of pussies by their mother."
The patio door jerked open and Ethan stuck his head out, his expression grim.
"Hey have you guys seen Rachel?"
"I'm looking at her," Sam said.
Ethan stepped out, and relief settled over his face. He stopped beside Garrett and glanced between Rachel and Sean and then at the others.
"You okay?" he asked.
She smiled, not wanting him to worry. "I'm fine. I stepped out for some fresh air not realizing this was a time-honored tradition of escaping Marlene's get-togethers."
Ethan relaxed and stuck his thumbs in his belt loops. "Yeah, it's become something that rivals war games. He who survives the longest without being hauled back in by Mom wins."
As he stared at her, she knew he was thinking of their earlier conversation, of when they kissed and what she'd asked him to do. His gaze settled over her skin, warm and electrifying.
She shivered, and she wasn't the least bit cold. The late summer air was humid and warm to the point of discomfort, but all she could feel was the heat of his stare, and the promise in his eyes.
"Do you think your mom would mind if we left?"
Her voice sounded husky, and she swallowed the butterflies that danced in her stomach and surged upward as if chasing an escape route.
"If you leave now, she won't know until it's too late," Garrett smirked.
"Good point," Sean said.
Ethan shook his head and reached for Rachel's hand. "They're right. We can sneak around front, and if no one's blocked us in, we can be gone before anyone sounds the alarm. And they will. Sound the alarm that is. I'm sure Garrett hasn't forgotten the Aunt Edna incident."
"If it weren't for the fact that Rachel wants to go, I'd have already blown the whistle on your ass," Garrett said in disgust.
Ethan pulled her up to stand beside him and chucked her chin. "I suggest we go now before he changes his mind."
She turned and leaned down to kiss Sean on the cheek. "It was very nice re-meeting you. Thank you for keeping me company."
He seemed surprised and then pleased by the gesture. Then she turned to Garrett and gave him a quick hug. Determined to not act like a ninny, she awkwardly moved toward Sam.
"Good night, Sam," she said almost formally.
He opened his arms and simply waited. Taking a quick breath, she went forward and hugged him. He let her do most of the touching and only loosely returned her hug. She stepped away and gave him a genuine smile.
Anyone who was this solicitous of her feelings was certainly not the bad guy.
He returned her smile and briefly touched her cheek. "See you later, Rachel."
With a small wave, she followed Ethan from the garden and to the path that led up to the front yard. As they walked toward Ethan's truck, he slipped an arm around her and pulled her close to his side.
Her pulse could chop a cinder block. She was looking forward to making love with Ethan. She was as nervous as hell, maybe more nervous than she'd ever been about being with him, but she wasn't about to let that hold her back.
It was high time to reclaim her marriage and her husband.
CHAPTER 24
ETHAN gripped the steering wheel as he pulled to a stop outside the house. For a long moment, he stared straight ahead, and then he realized he was holding his breath like a teenager on his first date. In some ways it was. His first date. With his wife. God. He still couldn't get over the idea that he had Rachel back. That he'd been granted a second chance.
His pulse pounding in his ears, he cut the engine and turned to look at Rachel. She looked as nervous as he felt. His chest caved in just a bit at the brave set of her lips.
"Rachel. Baby? Do you still want me to make love to you?"
His palms went clammy and slid over the steering wheel. Before he asked, he'd had no idea just how afraid he was that she'd back out. He'd understand. He'd wait forever if that's what it took, but he wanted to be able to touch her again more than he'd ever wanted anything else.
She turned, and her eyes glowed softly in the dim light cast from the porch lights. There was much reflected in the pools. Fear, hesitancy, hope and desire. Determination.
"Come inside with me, Ethan."
Her husky voice sent a shock wave over his skin. His groin tightened until he shifted to alleviate the discomfort. She reached for his hand, her fingers trembling against his.
He laced his fingers with hers, twining them tightly and squeezing reassuringly. Finally he raised her hand to his lips to kiss each knuckle.
"Let's go," he whispered.
They both opened their doors and hurried for the porch. When he fumbled clumsily at the doorknob, Rachel leaned against the entryway and dissolved into giggles.
Surprised to hear the joyful sound, he stopped with the door cracked open. Her eyes twinkled merrily and she gasped for breath as she held her stomach.
"What a pair we are. Is this how we acted when we dated? Nervous as two cats and so eager to get to bed that we trip over ourselves on the way in?"
Ethan grinned, and then a chuckle escaped, followed by outright laughter. The tension evaporated, and he leaned against the door as he wiped at his eyes.
"I guess we do seem a little desperate. Well, I do. Leave it to a man to get all antsy when sex is mentioned."
She grinned again and shoved her hair away from her face. "Well, I'm glad you're a normal guy. Would be hard to seduce you if you never had sex on the brain."
Unable to resist her any longer, he pulled her into his arms and tucked her head under his chin. She just felt . . . right. If only he'd seen that before.
He closed his eyes and chased those memories away. Not tonight. Not when everything could be so perfect again.
Shoving with his shoulder, he opened the door and tugged her along behind him. Cognizant of her unease with the dark, he immediately reached for the switch, flooding the living room with light.
He touched her again, more to reassure himself than her. His fingertips grazed her cheekbone and then cupped her jaw.
"Wait here. I'll come for you in a few minutes. I want this to be perfect for you."
She cocked her head to the side and looked at him in confusion.
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her nose. "Indulge me. Let me try my hand at romance and all the stuff women are supposed to love."
The trust in her dark eyes humbled him. Made him want to be better. To be worthy. Not to let her down, damn it.
He turned and hurried into the bedroom. He stopped in the middle of the floor and turned in several circles, looking, not sure what he wanted or where to find it.
Candles. Rachel loved candles. She always had several scattered over the house.
Where the hell were they now? He hadn't thrown anything away, but Ma had come over and boxed a lot of stuff up. No way he wanted to be rummaging around in the garage when Rachel was waiting for him.
The closet.
He yanked open the door and flicked the light on. Several boxes were piled in the back. Hoping the candles were in one of them, he dragged the top one down and pried open the top.
He huffed in frustration when he found assorted knickknacks, then he opened the second box. A light floral scent wafted up as soon as the lid flapped over. Inside were several candles in varying sizes. Perfect.
He grabbed as many as he could carry, then went back into the bedroom and placed them strategically around the room. Satisfied with the placement, he went back to the kitchen for matches.
A couple of minutes later, the bedroom was alight in the warm glow of a dozen candles. It wasn't the most perfect setup, but it would do.
Now to get Rachel.
Dragging a hand over his hair and then down the front of his shirt, he sucked in a breath to steady his bounding pulse and walked back into the living room, where Rachel stood at the glass doors looking into the night.
He came up behind her and slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders. Her hair fluttered and caught the light. He stared for a moment and then leaned down, nudging her hair aside with his mouth as he nuzzled the side of her neck.
Her soft sigh of contentment sent a wave of satisfaction over him. He loved the softness of her neck and the silky short hairs at her nape. And her smell. So feminine and light. He inhaled deeply and kissed the area just behind her ear, enjoying her betraying twitch.