“I can fall asleep in an instant and wake up with the snap of fingers.”
He was nuzzling her neck and kissing her ear when her cell phone buzzed.
He gave her one more kiss on the lips and raised his head. “You’d better answer in case it’s Kaitlyn.”
One of the many things she loved about Jase was his acceptance that her daughter came first.
When she reached for her phone on the nightstand, she saw Kaitlyn’s caller ID. But Amy was the one on the line. “Mornin’, Mommy. Kaitlyn said I could call.”
“Do you miss me?”
“Yep. But you’ll be home today, right?”
“Right. Probably around the time you’re eating supper.”
After a few more minutes of conversation, Kaitlyn came on the line, too, to assure her all was well.
Shortly after, Sara ended the call with a sigh.
“What?” Jase asked, noticing from across the bed.
“Reality crashed in, reminding me I have a life in Fawn Grove. I love it. I love Amy. But I guess it also reminded me I have to call Mr. Kiplinger tomorrow. And Friday—”
Jase levered himself across the bed and sat beside her. “I’m supposed to fly to San Diego on Friday with Tony for meetings. I’ll be back Saturday. Do you want me to postpone the trip?”
She loved the fact that he’d do that for her. She loved him so much. But that love was new. She felt she had to stand alone with this problem until it was resolved. “Don’t postpone your trip. If the company has made a decision, nothing will change it.”
After he studied her, he took her into his arms. “Whatever it is, you’ll deal with it.”
Yes, she would. But if the decision wasn’t in her favor—
She couldn’t think about that now. She wouldn’t think about that now. She had today with Jase, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Chapter Twelve
Jase pulled his car into the garage attached to the main house and pressed the remote for the garage door. It slid down and he switched off the ignition. Then he glanced at Sara with so many thoughts and feelings swirling inside him that he couldn’t make sense of them. If he went out on assignment, what would happen to them? This woman was beginning to be more important than he ever expected.
“Back home,” he commented nonchalantly.
She smiled at him, and that smile made his heart ache. “Where reality sets in,” she remarked.
He knew what Sara was facing this week with her appointment with Kiplinger, but wondered if there was more to her concern. “Are you worried about your interview being released tomorrow?”
Shifting toward him, she shrugged. “To tell you the truth, I’m more worried about what the insurance investigator will have to say. The interview will either set things straight or it won’t. As someone told me, I can’t control public opinion.”
Was that someone Liam? And why didn’t she mention him if he was the one whose advice she’d taken? After what had happened between them this weekend, he sent jealousy packing. “In the long run, public opinion doesn’t matter. You’re never going to know if your interview was the impetus to make somebody in need pick up the phone and call The Mommy Club.”
“I’ll be optimistic about that.”
“Be optimistic about Kiplinger, too. Hopefully the company found the direct cause of the fire and there won’t be any more doubts.”
They went quiet for a little while and neither of them seemed eager to exit the car.
Sara asked, “Do you want to come over for a while?”
“I’d like to. But I really should talk to my father and let him know about the trips. We’ll have to make some arrangements.” He really didn’t know how his dad would react. Or maybe he did and he just wanted to get the confrontation over with sooner rather than later.
Except...
When he looked at Sara now, he didn’t want to leave her tonight. When he looked at Sara, he wanted her all over again. How crazy was that, after all the time they’d spent in bed? But having sex with her hadn’t eased his desire. Having sex with her had made him just want to find satisfaction over and over again.
He exited the car and so did Sara. They closed their doors, opened the back doors and each took their suitcase from the backseat.
When he came around to Sara’s side, he dropped his suitcase on the floor. “When are we going to find some time alone again?” he asked, closing in on her because he had to kiss her once more before they parted.
She set her suitcase down, too. “I don’t know. After Amy goes to bed, you could come over and—”
“Duck into your bedroom and not make any noise?”