Games of the Heart
Page 88

And then he was kissing me.
This kiss was not a slow burn. This kiss didn’t start sweet and end in an inferno.
This kiss was not like any kiss he ever gave me.
This kiss was not like any kiss anyone ever gave me.
His kiss was a once in a lifetime kiss. It was the kind of thorough, heart-melting, stomach-plummeting, mind-numbing, soul-enriching kiss that altered lives.
And I swear to God, it altered two, right there, in Mike’s kitchen.
His and mine.
When he broke his mouth from mine he instantly uttered his understatement.
“I like all that shit too.”
“I think I got that,” I wheezed, still recovering from the kiss and holding onto Mike like I was about to fall down even though my ass was planted on a counter.
“And I like that No is totally cool with you and I’ve seen more of my girl in the past couple of weeks than I have in a long time. Her comin’ out from under whatever cloud was followin’ her around because you shined on her the light that’s you. And I like that so much, I’m not f**kin’ it up by bakin’ a cake. DQ ice cream cake. All the way. We’ll get it after we eat lunch and then we’ll dig in with Reesee after we have dinner.”
DQ ice cream cake.
Nothing said celebration like an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.
And better, having it with Mike and his girl.
His girl who liked me.
“We have to save No a piece,” I said quietly and watched Mike’s face get soft.
Seriously, that was the hottest of it all.
“I can lay waste to a DQ cake so if you want No to have a piece, we’ll get a big one,” he murmured.
“Big one it is.”
Mike smiled at me but didn’t let me go.
I smiled back.
Then I thought it, I felt it so I said it.
And I did it by whispering, “I’m falling in love with you, Mike Haines.”
As I spoke, with every word his arms got tighter and tighter and his face, already close, became a breath away.
“Angel, you’re already gone.”
I blinked and asked, “Sorry?”
“I read your diaries. I caught your pass in that hotel room. I listened to your offer to stay. I saw you wave good-bye at the airport and got your call before I’d pulled out of the parking lot. You fell with a kiss. I know, honey, because I was right there with you.”
Oh my God, did he just say that?
Oh my God, did he just say that?
I blinked again but in the nanosecond it took me to do that my eyes had filled with tears.
“What?” I breathed.
“You heard me.”
He just said that.
“Mike –”
His tight arms gave me a squeeze and he whispered, “That seed you’re talkin’ about is planted, Angel. We got some shit we gotta get through but it isn’t about this,” his arms gave me another squeeze, “it isn’t about us. As far as that seed’s concerned all you and me gotta do is tend it and watch it grow.”
I stared into his eyes.
Then I exclaimed loudly, “Damn it, Mike! Why are you always making me cry?”
Then I avoided his face, twisting my neck and curving my back to do a face plant in his bare chest.
A chest, incidentally, that was shaking with laughter.
“I’m not finding avowals of love in the kitchen of the hot guy I fell for when I was twelve amusing, Mike Haines,” I warned his chest in a thick voice and that chest started shaking harder as his humor became vocal.
I reared back and snapped, “Stop laughing when I’m crying!”
He could be bossy and not easy to boss. I knew this when he burst out laughing as his hand in my hair shoved my face in his throat.
I held on and cried while he laughed.
Suddenly, Layla sprang up and barked.
I blinked tears away as Mike’s laughter abruptly stopped and he twisted his torso toward the kitchen door.
Layla was out of the kitchen, in the hall and, by the sound of it, she was barking at the front door.
“Fuck,” Mike muttered then moved away but did it with his head turned to me, arm raised, his finger pointing at the sandwiches. “Eat. Chips in the cupboard. Pop and beer in the fridge. I’ll be back.”
I nodded but he’d already turned away and rounded the cupboards that butted the door.
Then I dashed my hands on my wet cheeks as I popped down to go to the fridge and get a drink.
Then I heard a muttered, clearly irate, “Fuck me,” and I froze.
The door must have opened because Layla quit barking but I could hear her dog tags jingling which meant she was shaking with excitement at having a visitor.
“Oh God, is this a bad time?” a woman asked and for some bizarre reason I scuttled to the side like I was trying to hide when she already couldn’t see me.
“I think we can take it as read any visit from you would be at a bad time, Audrey. What the f**k are you doin’ here?” Mike asked in return and I felt my eyes get wide.
Audrey.
I forgot. When counting down all the shit going down while love bloomed between me and my childhood crush, Audrey was part of that list.
“I thought we could talk,” she replied.
“You think maybe to phone me to schedule this talk rather than showin’ up on a Sunday afternoon out-of-the-blue?” Mike returned and I felt the cold air begin seeping in from the front door so I knew he hadn’t invited her inside.
“Well,” she hesitated, “I did, actually, but I thought you’d blow me off.”
“You thought right,” Mike replied instantly, his deep voice not ugly but it was hard.
“Mike, really, it’s important,” she said soft, cajoling and she had a pretty voice.
Damn.
“It’s important, we’ll meet. Now’s not good. I haven’t had lunch, it’s ready and Dusty’s in the kitchen waitin’ for me to eat it with her. Tomorrow’s not good either. You pick any other day next week, I’ll meet you after work somewhere for coffee. You’ve got half an hour then I gotta get home because I got kids and my woman to feed.”
“Dusty?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Mike answered immediately then equally immediately he prompted, “Which night?”
“She’s here now?”
“Audrey, which night?”
“Is she living here?”
“No and that’s only your business as my children’s mother. Now, tell me, which night?”
“This won’t take long and I won’t –”