“You’re blushing, Amy Grant. Why do I get the feeling you’re thinking nasty thoughts?” he said.
“Maybe because I am.” She lifted her gaze to his. The boldness inside her came out of nowhere.
The world fell away, and he and she were the only two who existed.
“I think I like this daring woman before me.” He cupped her cheek tilting her head back. She held the groceries in her hands, and she couldn’t touch him. The intensity of his stare kept her in the same spot waiting for him to make the first move.
“You know everyone is staring at us. We’ll be the talk at the tea table tonight.”
Amy smiled. “I’ve been the talk of the tea table for quite some time. You could kiss me and give them something fresh to talk about.”
Who was this woman?
“You’re tempting me, Amy. I think I should take you home and spank this hot little ass of yours.” He squeezed her left ass cheek, and she gasped.
What was happening to them?
“I think we should give them something to talk about,” Gabriel said. He took her bag of groceries and dumped them in the back of his truck. Next, she was in his arms, and his lips were on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him everything in her kiss. Her heart raced, and the heat spilled from her pu**y. All he had to do was kiss her, and she was wet for him. The power he held over her scared her at times, but in this instance she liked being his. The whole town would know she belonged to Gabriel Anderson, and they couldn’t do a thing about it.
With him at her side, she knew she would be able to achieve everything.
He pulled away. “I think that’ll keep them talking for the rest of the year.”
She giggled and kissed him back. “That was for me. I don’t care what the rest of the town think.”
“You’re going to be the death of me. I didn’t kiss you to put on a show, Amy. I kissed you because I couldn’t not kiss you.”
He opened the truck door and helped her into the passenger seat. “Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked.
“I am working. I’m helping my woman home.”
The thrill went through her at his words. “Am I your woman?”
“You’re no one else’s.”
Gabriel pulled away from the path, and they travelled out of the town. For a Wednesday there weren’t many people around. Amy said as much to Gabriel.
“They’re all in the town hall trying to protest several businesses from being sponsored in the town.”
“I hadn’t heard of anyone wanting to open up a new shop,” she said.
“Paul and David Steer are the ones who are sponsoring the new businesses.”
“Do I even want to know what will be opening up in CapeFalls?” She looked out of the window, and she saw the doors opened to the main town hall doors. She saw how busy it was.
“What makes you think they’ll succeed in getting them to open?” Gabriel asked.
“The Steer brothers know what they’re doing. I’m sure they’re only doing this for their own amusement. What’s opening up?”
“A tattoo parlour and a gentlemen’s club.”
“That’s it?” Two businesses didn’t sound all that troublesome.
“For now, but I think they have other plans for this little town. They want to create their own entertainment.” Gabriel pulled out of the town and drove along the road. “William called. He’s going to be in town this afternoon.”
“Are you bringing him home with you?” she asked.
“No. He’ll come straight to the house. Don’t be worried about him. I’ll be home at five the latest tonight.” He tapped her knee.
“Do you want me to leave him alone in your house while I pick up the kids?”
“Yes. He won’t steal the silver, Amy. He’s a friend.”
Amy chuckled as he pulled up outside his front door. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. William is a strange man, but you’ll see he’s very charming.” Gabriel got out of his truck and grabbed her groceries for her.
“I’ve got to get back to town. Take care, and I’ll see you later.”
Amy stood and watching him drive off before going inside. She went straight to the kitchen and put her cheese and milk in the fridge. When the rest of her food was unpacked she grabbed the chicken from the fridge and marinated it in lemon, garlic, chili, and olive oil to give it flavour.
Next she began making the crème brûlée for desert. She’d enjoyed it once when Laura had made it at one of her dinner parties, and she wanted to give it a try. She was on the final stages of stirring the custard when the doorbell rang.
“Hold on,” she called.
A quick beat and she poured the vanilla custard into the cold dish and placed it in the fridge.
The doorbell kept ringing as the person refused to hold on.
Red-faced and annoyed she stormed to the door.
“When I say hold on that means hold on.” She yelled the last part as she flung open the door. A man who was easily six foot six stood on her doorstep. His dark black hair was cut short with a hint of greys. He was large like Gabriel with thick arms, but that was where their likeness ended.
“Well, hello. You must be Amy.” He leaned against the door frame. His whole body filled the doorway.
“Does that mean you’re William?” she asked.
“The one and only.” He bowed down low, and she chuckled. “I take it Gabriel told you about me.”
“He didn’t have much of a choice. You’ll be staying here, and so am I.”
“May I come in?” he asked.
“Of course. Sorry.”
She moved out of the way giving him plenty of room to enter.
“That smells heavenly. Is that vanilla?”
“You know your scents,” she said, leading him to the kitchen. “I was making crème brûlée.”
“I use vanilla often but not in cooking.” The saucepan was left on the side. She watched him dip his finger inside the pan of custard. He sucked on his custard covered finger with a moan. “Wow, that is tasty. I can’t wait for more.”
“I’ve got to go and get my children. Can I leave you here, or would you like to come for the walk?” she asked.
“I think walking would be such fun.”
Chapter Eight
Gabriel drove home feeling the weight of the whole town on his shoulders. He’d never heard so many complaints. Nearly every member of the town had stopped by the station to ask him if they could stop the Steers from sponsoring a new business.