“We did. Did you have the winner?”
He shook his head. “I think my horse is still coming around the track. I’ve never been good at picking horses. That’s why I let you do all the betting at Keeneland.”
“Then why did you want to go?”
He shrugged. “It’s fun. I used to go every year when I was in school. We’d drive down and hang out in the infield, party hop, drink too much and go home making plans for next year.”
Chris reached over and took Corra’s hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Today wasn’t exciting at all. All I could think about was you. If you were with me it would have been exciting. Without you, it was just a bunch of drunk overdressed people bumping into one another.”
“I’m glad you’re back.”
He smiled. “You are?”
Corra couldn’t hide the overjoyed look on her face even if she’d wanted to. “Yes, I missed you. I haven’t seen you since what? Monday. And then you were going to leave me for the weekend.”
He shook his head. “It was Tuesday. And I’m sorry, I’ve been busy renovating my new place. But, you’re here with me now.”
“Exactly where are we sneaking away to?”
“My place.”
Corra’s eyes widened. She’d never been to Chris’s house in Danville. And she wasn’t quite sure it was safe to go home with him. It wasn’t him she didn’t trust, but herself. She could already feel her body temperature starting to rise.
As Chris drove, he listened to the sweet sound of Corra’s voice. He didn’t have any plans for the evening. He only wanted to be with her.
Once they reached the house, he pulled into and around the driveway that led down a slight slope to the back of the house. He opened the two-car garage and parked, then cut off the engine and unlocked the doors.
He walked around and opened the door for Corra. They walked up the stairs to the main floor into the eat-in kitchen. Before he’d moved into the house his Realtor recommended an interior decorator who he hired to complete the house. The day he moved in, it was fully furnished and had a homey lived-in feel. He took off his sports jacket and threw it across the couch, then proceeded to give Corra a tour of the house.
“Wow, do you even live here? I mean not a thing is out of place.”
“That would be Susan’s doing. My housekeeper comes twice a week.”
Corra gave him a wide-eyed nod. “You have a housekeeper. No wonder it doesn’t have that typical bachelor pad feel. Did you hire a decorator too? Because this looks like something right out of Traditional Homes magazine.”
He chuckled. “As a matter of fact I did. I don’t have a decorating bone in my body.”
“Neither do I really, but I would have had a field day decorating this place.”
She went on and on about how she would lay everything out. Chris listened to her, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her. He needed to take her upstairs to his bedroom and make love to her. Every day she walked around in his mind swaying her hips and glancing at him over her shoulders. A tingling sensation ran through him every time she glanced at him that way.
“But I love what your decorator did. This place looks like you. Upscale and manly.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me all right, upscale.” He remembered he had wine in the refrigerator and hopefully some of the cake his mother baked for him was still there. Once in the kitchen he picked up the remote and turned on the television for background noise. Corra took a seat at the dining room table.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, as he pulled out bottles of both red and white wine. He placed them on the counter for Corra to take her pick. The he reached back into the refrigerator and pulled out half a German Chocolate cake.
“Are you trying to put me to sleep?” Corra asked, as she joined him at the counter.
“Not yet.” He winked at her before reaching for two wineglasses and a knife for the cake. “My mother made the cake. She’s a talented baker, so let me warn you now, one piece won’t be enough.”
Corra slapped her hip with the palm of her hand. “One piece is all I need. Thank goodness I skipped dessert tonight. I’ve gained a few pounds since Tracee joined us.”
“Well, let me be the first to tell you it’s going to all the right places.”
“Thank you.” She blushed like a teenager.
Knowing he could make her blush made him feel good.
“Which do you suggest?” she asked, pointing to the wines.
He tore his eyes from her for a moment to pick up the bottle of white. “Moscato d’Asti pairs very nice with something sweet.” He proceeded to pour her a glass of white wine, but himself a glass of red.