Savor the Moment
Page 69

That made him a lucky man.
Very lucky, he thought moments later when they sat with the salad, the warmed bread, the wine.
“When we get to the beach—” He broke off when she groaned. “What?”
“Sorry, I always have a little orgasm when I think of vacation.”
“Really?” Amused he watched her eyes sparkle as she took a bite of salad. “I’ll mention it more often. Anyway, when we’re there, I’m going to grill you such a steak. In fact, my pact now is for the men to put on a serious meal—just the guys. All you have to do is eat.”
“I’m in. I actually have a calendar going in my office where I mark off the days until. Like I did when I was a kid for the end of the school year. I feel like that. Like a kid coming up on summer.”
“Most kids don’t get orgasms when they think of summer vacation. Not in my experience anyway.”
“You liked school more than I did.” When he laughed, she sipped her wine. “I like my work a lot more than I did school, and still, I’m really ready to step away from it for a couple weeks. I want to sleep until the sun’s actually up, and stretch out and read a book without thinking I really should be doing something else. No suit, no heels, no meetings. How about you?”
“The last part’s a match—except for the heels. Not having to make a decision about more than whether to have a beer or a nap. That’ll be good.”
“Naps.” She sighed and closed her eyes.
“Another orgasm?”
“No, just a quiet little tingle. I can’t wait. The rest of us were so surprised—and happy—when Parker told us the two of you bought the place. Is it wonderful?”
“I like it. She’s taken it on faith, as she’s never seen it except in pictures. It’s a good investment, especially considering the economy right now. We got a good deal.”
“That’s the lawyer speaking. Is it wonderful?”
“You can hear the ocean from the bedrooms, see it from every window that faces oceanside. There’s a pond and a wonderful sense of seclusion.”
“Okay, no more. I can’t take it.” She shivered, then rose to remove the salad plates. “Be right back.”
“I can—”
“No, I’ll take care of it. In charge, remember?”
He topped off her wine, and had sat back with his own when she came in with the main. She’d garnished the pasta with sprigs of rosemary and basil.
“Laurel, that looks seriously amazing.”
“Never underestimate the power of presentation.” She served him, then herself.
“Wow,” he said after the first bite. “It’s great. And impossible to feel guilty now. Maybe a little since Parker’s missing out.”
“I left her a serving in the kitchen. She’s sneaking down for it.”
“Guilt assuaged.” He took another bite. “Of course, now you’ve done it, and I’m going to want to do this more often.”
“We might be able to work a deal, if you fire up the grill now and then.”
“Works for me.”
“You know, I nearly called you last night. I was in the mood for a cookout, then I had the run-in with Linda and—”
“What run-in?”
“Oh, Parker had just left for a meeting, and I was done for the day and walking down to Emma’s to see if she wanted a swim. And there’s Linda at Mac’s door. Going in, too, even though they weren’t home. Pissed me off.”
His eyes narrowed, heated. “Parker told her not to come here again.”
“Yeah, and Linda listens so well. Anyway, after an ugly scene I ran her off.”
“What kind of a scene?” He saw her start to speak, then catch herself and shrug.
“A Linda sort of scene. I won, which is the important thing.”
“What did she say to you?”
“That I didn’t have the authority to run her off, that sort of thing. I’m always amazed someone like her could’ve had any part in creating someone like Mac. I don’t know if she’ll ever understand that Mac’s not going to drop everything and do her bidding anymore.”
She wasn’t changing the subject so much as shifting it, Del thought. He laid a hand over hers as if to hold her in place. “She upset you.”
“Sure, she’s Linda. She upsets just by existing. Hey, can we get a restraining order? On the basis that she’s a major pain in the ass?”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“For what? I got her gone.”
“Not before she upset you.”
“Del, if I called you every time somebody upset me, we’d never be off the phone. She went, and Emma and I took a swim. She did spoil my mood for a cookout though. Let’s not let her spoil the linguine.”
“She couldn’t. But if she comes back, I want to know about it.”
“Fine.”
“No, promise me. I’ll deal with her if she comes back here, but I have to know about it to deal with her.”
“No problem. I promise.You really can’t get a restraining order just because she’s a pain in the ass?”
“There are other ways to deal with Linda. Mac didn’t want me to before. Things are different now.”
“Legal question? If, since she was technically trespassing, I’d knocked her on her ass, could she have me charged with assault?”
He grinned because she so obviously wanted him to. “Gray area. Plus, I’d get you off.”
“Good to know, because next time I might not be so polite. Now for something much more cheerful. I met with Sherry Maguire and her guy for a tasting and design approval. It was such fun.”
They passed the rest of the meal talking about casual things, mutual friends. And in the back of his mind he continued to wonder just what Linda had said or done to upset Laurel.
THEY OPTED FOR A WALK AFTER DINNER—AND AFTER A LAUGH over the note Parker left in the kitchen.
My compliments to the chef.
As payment for the meal, I’ll do the dishes.
So don’t.
P.
Summer stretched the days so they walked the gardens in the soft, settling light. The close, sticky heat of the day lifted, just enough, and still warmed the flowers so their scents seemed stronger, more vital.