Last First Kiss Page 7

  Wade flinched as Emily put both hands over her ears. Wade turned it down to a less painful level.

  “That was very rude, Sophie,” said her grandmother.

  “Sorry,” said Sophie looking out of the window.

  “At least you haven’t forgotten how to apologize,” said Emily.

  Sophie knew Wade was looking at her again. She sighed with relief when she saw they were just a few hundred yards away from the entrance to Mountainview. Once inside she’d go up to her old room and get everything out of her system with a good cry.

  She was first out of the car and held her grandmother’s arm hoping she could manage the step down from the SUV.

  “It’s so nice to be home,” said Emily taking a deep breath. “I’ve only been gone overnight, but I feel like I’ve been away for months.”

  “I’d like to stop by tomorrow so we can talk about my investigation,” said Wade.

  “Absolutely. Why don’t you drop by in the afternoon, and then you might as well stay if you’re having dinner with me and Sophie?”

  “Sounds ideal. I’ll plan on that.”

  Wade looked at his watch. “And if you don’t mind me just dropping you off and leaving, I’m already late for dinner with Cathy.”

  “Of course, you run along to your honey,” said Emily.

  He hugged her grandmother and gave her a peck on the cheek, and then looked at Sophie.

  “See you tomorrow,” he said.

  “Yes, have a nice evening,” said Sophie, almost having to force each of those words out of her mouth.

  Her grandmother insisted they stand on the step to the entrance to Mountainview and wave until Wade’s SUV was out of sight.

  She got hold of Sophie arm and squeezed it as they walked into the owner’s living quarters.

  “Maybe I’m wrong, but I detected some tension between the two of you on the drive home.”

  Sophie shook her head. “We’re getting on just fine.”

  Sophie was about to walk away, which she knew was horrible because she hadn’t seen her grandmother for close to eight months. Now they finally had a chance to visit with each other, but she needed time by herself for an hour or so.

  However, her grandmother caught her hand and prevented her from walking another step.

  “Sophie, I wasn’t talking about fighting tension. I sensed something romantic. No, not that, it was sexual.”

  “Grans!”

  “Don’t you dare tell me I’m too old to remember what goes on between a man and woman.”

  “There’s nothing going on between Wade and me.”

  “Maybe not physically, but in your minds there’s something brewing.”

  Sophie couldn’t argue about that. It was perfectly true. And now she wanted it to be so different.

  “Have the two of you…well, you know.”

  “I’ve only been home since yesterday.”

  “But you’ve done something to cause the tension. I can sense it. And don’t think I didn’t see those little glances you were giving one another. They weren’t the sort old buddies do but two people who are just waiting for the moment that they can make love. And the loud music wasn’t a result of bad manners. I’ve taught you better than that. It was when Wade’s girlfriend was mentioned. I might not have got a good night’s sleep at that awful jail, but I’m alert enough to know you did it right after Cathy was brought into the conversation.”

  “Okay, okay, we kissed, but that was all. Well, maybe done some hand holding but just as friends.”

  Without saying anything more Grans pulled Sophie in close to her and wrapped her arms around her so tight Sophie thought she’d suffocate. She hadn’t held her like this since she’d been a kid and had nightmares about her parents’ plane crashing.

  “Sophie, my darling, one thing you have to realize is that Wade moved on a long time ago. He has a girlfriend now, and I’m thinking that maybe he’s ready to settle down and have a family. Seeing you might give him some ideas about rekindling things, but I know in the end he’ll never feel he can trust you, which means you’ll end up getting hurt, which in turn will break my heart. So please, please don’t give in to any temptations. Wade’s heart is meant for someone other than you now.”

  Sophie didn’t answer but knew her grandmother’s words made perfect sense, every single one of them. She bit her lip as the first tear rolled down her cheek and bounced off her grandmother’s shoulder.

  ****

  Wade sat back on the chair and couldn’t eat another morsel. Cathy had really splurged on the meal, and he doubted anything was left in the deli at the supermarket.

  “That was really good, thank you,” he said, placing his napkin on the table.

  “Okay, Max, go and get your PJs on, and Wade will read you a story.”

  “Do I have to go to bed so soon? I’m not sleepy tonight.”

  Wade patted the boy on the head. He had dark hair like his mom and her brown eyes, too.

  “Yep, because Mommy and Wade need their alone time.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that’s what grownups want,” said Cathy. “Now off you go.”

  Wade laughed as Max slid down from the chair without pulling it out from the table and went running out of the kitchen, his bare feet smacking against the wood floor.

  “You have to remember we were his age once. I’m sure we wanted to stay up past our bedtime when company visited,” said Wade.

  “I know, but he has to learn his mommy has her special time, too.”

  “I’m ready,” shouted Max.

  “I hope this is a fun story,” said Wade standing.

  He walked along the hallway and went into Max’s room where the boy was now in his PJs and sitting in the bed with a brown teddy bear beside him.

  “Okay, so what story did you choose?”

  “It’s in my backpack there, and it’s about a wizard.”

  “I hope it’s not too scary for me,” said Wade. He lifted the book out from the blue bag and saw a wizard with a black robe and red hat carrying a yellow wand on its front cover. Wade sat down on the bed beside Max and opened it up to its first pages.

  “Okay, you ready?”

  Max nodded.

  “In a dark forest….”

  Wade glanced at Max as he continued with the story and saw the little boy’s eyes starting to flutter. Wade didn’t know why, but he just thought of Sophie. If they’d had children together what would they look like? Would they be dark haired like Wade or favor Sophie’s light locks?

  He stopped reading for a second and closed his eyes. He wanted to be in this very position reading to his and Sophie’s children. It scared him because it was something that more than likely would never happen, but seeing her again had given him just a silver of hope that it might.

  “You’ve stopped read…”

  With that Max fell asleep. Wade closed the book and was about to tip-toe out but realized he wanted to stay in the safely of Max’s room. Out in the living room Cathy would be waiting for him. She’d want to have sex. Before Sophie’s return, he’d had no problem granting Cathy her wish, but now he didn’t think he could make love to another woman. If he did he’d think of Sophie all the time they were having sex which wouldn’t be fair to Cathy, or him for that matter. But would she understand?

  Probably not. And yes, he could be throwing away a relationship on the chance that Sophie would want to renew theirs. Sure, she’d shown physical signs, but she was grown up now, a woman, had needs and maybe all she’d be looking for was sex with him. She’d sleep with him just to see what she’d missed by going off with Travis, and then back home to Seattle she’d go. He couldn’t stand a broken heart again. The last time had almost destroyed him. He wouldn’t be strong enough to pick himself up and start all over again a second time around.

  Wade stood, regretting that a floorboard had creaked. He checked on Max. He was still asleep. Wade put the book on the bookshelf and turned off the light.

  Yeah, ma
ybe he shouldn’t throw away what he’d started with Cathy. She could be his last chance of having a family. Plus, he’d have a readymade one with Max, whom he thought a sweet kid.

  Wade crept out the door and closed it as silently as possible. As he walked by Cathy’s room he spotted her lying on the bed in her bathrobe. She beckoned to him. He swallowed. He had to think and think soon if he was going through with this. He walked into the room.

  “Shut the door just in case Max wakes up?”

  Wade did, and as he turned Cathy took off the robe and threw it onto the floor. She was more tanned than she had been during their weekend away. Wade guessed she’d been using the tanning bed at the salon.

  “You just going to stand there and look, or are you coming over to fool around with me?”

  Wade was caught between those two places again. Being with Cathy, hoping she was the answer to his future happiness, and Sophie, who he wanted to be with, but would he be taking a big risk?

  Cathy got off the bed, walked toward him and got hold of his hands and placed them over her breasts. When she’d done that at the hotel it had given him an instant erection, but tonight his dick didn’t even twitch.

  Next she kissed him and pushed his hand down onto her mound.

  Still nothing.

  Even when she unzipped his fly and put her hand inside and ran it over his cock, nothing.

  Wade swallowed.

  “Who is Mr. Floppy tonight?”

  Cathy squeezed his balls but still no reaction.

  He swallowed again. Looks like she was going to be out of luck anyway. He was temporarily impotent. Shit, he’d never had that happen, ever.

  “Am I going to get fucked tonight or what?” asked Cathy, running her hand along his shaft again. She bit his bottom lip as she squeezed its head.

  Wade closed his eyes. What was he going to do? He’d give something a try, and then he’d have the answer.

  It was Sophie who was naked before him. Sophie’s hand buried inside his boxers. Sophie’s delicate hand entwined around his cock. He could see her standing before him with her beautiful body waiting for him. And that’s all it took for the mother of all erections. In fact, he almost lost it there and then.

  “Now that’s more like it, cowboy.”

  She tugged his jeans and boxers down his legs and pulled him onto the bed.

  He was about to do something he’d probably regret later.

  Chapter Seven

  “Sophie if you push that salad around your plate one more time I’m going to take it away from you.”

  She dropped the fork. Sophie hadn’t heard her say something like that since she’d been a little girl and wouldn’t eat after her parents had died. For the longest time she’d thought her grandmother was being mean, but then she’d realized she didn’t want Sophie to mope around and become malnourished. And poor Grans had been suffering, too. She’d lost her only child and daughter-in-law. When she’d snuck out of bed one night and walked by Grans’s door she’d heard her in the room crying like she couldn’t believe someone could without their heart breaking into tiny pieces.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so down in the dumps. I’m home with you, and I need to be better company.” She patted Grans on the back of the hand.

  “I know what will cheer you up. A nice soak in the whirlpool.”

  “You sure you don’t mind me using it? I mean it’s for your paying guests.”

  Her grandmother looked at her watch. “At this time of the afternoon most of them are out and about exploring the mountains and trails.”

  “I don’t have a swimsuit,” said Sophie, quickly realizing she hadn’t packed for sitting in a hot tub.

  “I know there’s an old one of yours still in a box on the top shelf in your room.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I thought it might come in handy one day, and you see I was right.”

  Sophie stood and she tapped her on the butt. “Go on, get changed and have a nice soak while I put the pie in the oven.”

  Sophie had to admit her grandmother had always known how to cheer her up. She went upstairs to her room and got on tip-toes to reach up for the box she’d seen sitting there. As she pulled on it, the lid opened up and not only did her old swimsuit fall out but photos of her and Wade, and also a bridal magazine.

  She sat on the floor and pulled it onto her lap. He hadn’t asked her to marry him. She thought he would as soon as she’d turned eighteen, but he hadn’t. Sophie had pressured him, and that’s when he’d told her he thought they should go to college and get an education before they settled down. She had bought the bridal magazine as a way of hinting to him that she was ready. He had never seen it because the day after she’d been to the bookstore to buy it, she’d met Travis when he’d checked into Mountainview. He’d stayed two months while he was working on a project for one of his senior classes at the University of Washington.

  Sophie took a deep breath and opened up the page she’d dog eared. She’d even picked out the dress she’d wear when she married Wade.

  Sophie put the magazine and photos back in the box, not wanting to dwell on them a minute longer. She took off her clothes and slipped into the swimsuit. As she expected it was a tight fit. As well as being slightly fuller now, especially in the breast area, she might have grown an inch or two as well.

  Still it would have to do. She grabbed a towel and headed down into the guest area. She peeked around the corner. Grans had been right. There wasn’t anybody about at this time of the day. She hurried over to the tub, turned it on, and climbed over the side and got in.

  Maybe when she made a fortune with her design business she’d think about installing one of these into her townhouse. Yeah, out on the deck where she’d have a view of Puget Sound, even if she would need binoculars to see it.

  She closed her eyes and rested her head back. Nothing like soothing hot water to take the tension out of your body. If only it could take the sadness out of my heart, too.

  Wade would be dining with her and Grans later today, and she hoped neither of them would raise the topic of what he and Cathy did last night. Just the topic of Cathy would be deadly.

  Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose, suddenly seeing an image of Cathy spread-eagle with Wade moving up and down between her legs. More than likely he was a wonderful lover. He probably gave her an orgasm each time they had sex.

  She shook her head. Why am I torturing myself like this?

  But no matter how much she tried she couldn’t get the image of Wade and Cathy both naked and having sex out of her mind.

  “Forget about him,” she said under her breath.

  “Forget about who, Soph?”

  Sophie opened her eyes and looked up to see Wade standing there looking more handsome than the day before.

  “That looks very inviting,” he said. “You mind if I join you?”

  ****

  He hadn’t expected to find Sophie in the hot tub when he’d taken a short cut through the guest area. He’d heard the tub bubbling, seen some stream rising up from it, and assumed some guests were soaking there.

  Wade had almost tripped over his own feet when he’d noticed Sophie sitting in there. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail; her face was free of makeup, and he had to say it was as gorgeous as the one with blusher and mascara. Her eyes had been closed, her chin in the air…she’d looked like the stuff dreams, or at least his dreams, were made of.

  “Sorry if I startled you,” he said.

  “No, I was just miles away thinking.”

  “Anything in particular? I mean I heard you say forget about him when I walked up to you.”

  “Just reciting a line from a song I was thinking about. It’s been in my head all day.”

  “Not a crying in your beer song by any chance”

  Sophie smiled. “Nope, a happy one.”

  “Doesn’t sound like it if she has to forget about him.”

  He grinned and then put his nose in the air.
/>
  “Is that huckleberry pie I smell cooking?”

  “Grans said she was going to make all our favorites.”

  “So that means we’re having chicken fried steak, country mashed potatoes and…

  “Green beans,” said Sophie finishing his sentence.

  Wade rubbed his stomach. “This cowboy is feeling hungry all ready.”

  “You didn’t get enough last night…food I mean.”

  “It was good, but nothing like your grandmother’s homemade goodies – which reminds me I should find her, so we can start talking about the case. Your fingers look like they’re puckering. I think you should get out of there.”

  “I will in a minute or so.”

  “Why don’t you do it right now so I can hold the towel for you?”

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, really. You know my dad raised me to be a gentleman.”

  He lifted the towel as Sophie stood. Had he totally lost his senses? The swimsuit was a good size too small for her. Her butt cheeks hung below the hem, and her breasts spilled over the top. A darkish hue where the water had made the suit transparent appeared on her mound. He bit his lip.

  He wrapped the towel around her shoulders, intending to let go so she could take over, but instead he held it there and squeezed her.

  “Wade.”

  “What?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Do you think this is a good idea?”

  “What?”

  “You know what?”

  “You know I have to kiss you, don’t you?”

  “Yes, but …”

  He didn’t want to hear buts or whys, or even becauses today. He put his lips on hers and pulled her in close. The towel fell to the floor as her water-drenched body pressed into his. He didn’t care that his jeans and shirt were getting sopping wet.

  Her skin was like silk as he ran his hands up and down her back, feeling each of her vertebra rub against his hands. She placed her arms around the nape of his neck. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

  Wade lowered his hands and rested them on her cute little ass. She’d had a flat bottom when she was a kid, but now it was womanly, shapely and oh yeah, just right for doing this. He put a hand over each cheek and squeezed them, which forced her body to curve into his.