Midwives On Call At Christmas. Fiona McArthur

him.

      She was frowning at him, trying to read him, and goodness knew what was flashing across his face as his mind raced, because she looked a little unsure. ‘Thank you for the compliment. I like moonlit nights the best. Never been keen on the dark.’

      He just wanted to hold her safe and never let her go. One day he would ask why she preferred to have a moonlit night than a dark one. Hopefully he would have the chance to ask.

      He leant in and kissed her gently because if he did it properly he wouldn’t be able to stop and she didn’t deserve that, but she lifted her hands up and held his head there.

      Tara kissed him back with a warmth and generosity he remembered from the lookout and for a few minutes there he forgot his good intentions. Until they heard some people coming along the path and he put her away from him.

      That’s right. He had no intention of seducing Tara in a park. ‘Let’s go home now.’

      There was something in the way he said ‘home now’ that sent a whisper of promise across Tara’s skin. Home. Together. Now. That last kiss had been different, wonderful and absolutely intoxicating. Lucky Simon had heard the people coming because she’d been deaf to the world.

      They were walking quite fast now. Seemed he’d decided caution was overrated and that was okay. Seriously okay because, no matter what, she wanted to sleep with this gorgeous, sexy, kind man at least once. She was not going to regret not spending time with Simon for the rest of her life. It might be her last chance.

      Louisa and Maeve had gone to Mia’s so they would be alone and that removed that last of her resistance, if she’d had any.

      Simon held her hand tightly as they walked even more quickly along the lit path. She resisted the urge to run.