A Buckhorn Summer. Lori Foster

breathless. Harder. “I like them.”

      Dazed, her gaze on his mouth, she asked, “Who?”

      So cute. So fucking hot. Eventually she’d be his again. He had to believe that. “Your family.”

      “Oh. Right. Yeah, they’re all terrific.” Rubbing at her forehead, she admitted, “None of them would ever expect this of me. I’ve been so singularly focused on my career, I never made much time for relationships.”

      He paused—and she shot her gaze to his.

      “Not that this is a relationship. God, no. I mean...”

      He loved how she blushed.

      A little desperately, she said, “It was just sex.”

      “That felt like more?”

      Time stretched out with neither of them confirming or denying that.

      Until finally, an eternity later, she nodded. “Yes. It felt like more.”

      Her hand opened on his chest, the touch now familiar, bringing all those other touches to the forefront of his mind. She’d been bold, curious, and she’d burned him up.

      He covered her hand with his own. “To me, too.” So many times he’d regretted not getting her name or contact info. At the time, both of them had enjoyed the anonymity and the relief of distraction.

      He’d realized too late that he wanted more, because she’d already gone. Now that he knew her better and understood what an anomaly it was for her to indulge in a one-night stand, he understood why she hadn’t stuck around.

      “Will it freak you out to know I thought about you a lot?” Her thick lashes swept down, hiding her eyes, and her voice was barely a whisper. “Every night, but sometimes during the day, too.”

      He wasn’t freaked out at all. Just the opposite. “Glad to know I wasn’t alone in that.” Another kiss, this one longer, deeper. Hot. He licked his tongue along her bottom lip, then just inside. Her lips parted more, and he sank in, hungry, needing this. Needing her.

      She moaned.

      “It’s okay,” he told her as he readjusted, aligning his body to hers, drawing her closer. “It’s just a kiss.”

      “Just a kiss.” Her arms came around his neck and, helping with the embrace, she went on tiptoe.

      Time slipped away. If he wanted her to work with him—and hell, yeah, he did—he needed to iron out a few details before customers started showing up.

      Again cupping her face, he ended the kiss by small degrees, then drew her head to his chest. He gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath and clear the fog of lust before he said, “If I could make another suggestion?”

      “Another?”

      He liked her braid. It was a little loose, a little sloppy. He ran his hand along the length and enjoyed the silkiness of her hair. “The first being that you work with me.”

      “Oh, yeah. That.”

      “Yes, that.” He took a step back to see her but kept a hand flattened to the wall beside her head. “And if you agree, then how about we start over?”

      She shook her head. “With what?”

      “Yesterday is the first day we formally met.” And now he had an opportunity to know her, really know her.

      Along with her million family members.

      Fighting off a laugh ripe with embarrassment, Lisa covered her mouth and whispered, “We did that without even knowing each other’s names.”

      Liking her laugh—liking her—he said, “I know.”

      She snickered. “’Course you do. You were there.”

      “There, and very actively participating.” Backing up so that he wouldn’t pressure her again, Gray leaned a hip on the ice cream case and smiled at her. “I didn’t need your name. But everything else...” His smile faded. “I needed the rest of it in a bad way. So thank you. You don’t know it, but you turned me around.”

      Inching closer, she asked, “What does that mean?”

      Hard to explain, especially since he didn’t entirely understand it, but he gave it a shot. “I was...” He wouldn’t say lost. That sounded real pansy-ass. “...at loose ends.” And struggling to get my head on straight. But again, that made him sound far too weak. “I needed a change, but I’d been resisting and fucking brooding about it and if you hadn’t showed up I probably would have gotten shitfaced and then gotten up the next day and carried on as usual. But after you...”

      Those big, dark eyes watched him with gentle curiosity. “After me?”

      “Everything felt different. Me, my situation.”

      “What situation is that?”

      He shook his head. No way would he lay the heavy stuff on her. Not now, maybe not ever. “I was ready for a change of pace, and so here I am. But I had no idea I’d find you here, too.”

      She tipped her head and that silky braid fell over her shoulder, the tip resting against her breast. “Shohn and Adam said you were a cop?”

      “Yeah.” He’d thought to retire from the force when he hit his midsixties. Not with an injury. Not with rage consuming him. Not with his best friend gone forever.

      Now very near, Lisa asked, “Not anymore?”

      He shook his head again, but that didn’t suffice, so he said, “No.”

      Her eyes went softer, darker. She touched his arm. “You’re from Chicago?”

      “No, but my partner was.” He pushed off the case, moving away from her and the comfort he didn’t deserve, giving her his back. “I’m originally from Cincinnati. I was only in Chicago for his funeral.”

      He didn’t hear Lisa move, but he felt the light touch of her small hand on his back. “I’m sorry.”

      Done with that subject, Gray turned to face her and gestured at the shop. “The hours are flexible. Minimum wage to start, but I’m open to promoting you if things work out.”

      Her lips twitched. “Wow, such a...great offer.”

      “You’ll be working with me most of the time.”

      “There is that.”

      She considered it a perk? Because he sure as hell did.

      As if thinking it out, she began to pace. “Like you said, my family is everywhere, and never, not in a million years, would they ever think I’d do...what we did.”

      “That just means I know you better than most.” He’d already told her it was their secret; she’d either trust him on that or not.

      “In some ways, you do. But for the most part, we’re still strangers.”

      Didn’t feel that way to him. “We could do a trial run. Take a week or two just to get to know each other.” He didn’t need that, but it looked as though she did. Patience, he reminded himself.

      Her expression perked up. “A trial run? For the job?”

      “For us,” he explained. “I’d be completely hands-off. That is, unless you say otherwise.” Dead serious, he admitted, “The second you say you’re ready, I’m full go. But until then, for all anyone will ever know, we just met.”

      “You’d be doing all the giving.”

      Heat rolled through him, making his voice gruff. “Believe me, I remember the payoff, and lady, you’re well worth the wait.”

      Again her face warmed, but she smiled. “Gorgeous, generous and a charmer, too. How am I supposed to resist that?”

      “You’re