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He moved to help her, pressing a knee into the step for leverage and lifting what looked like half a pot into his arms. Dirt spilled down his blue golf shirt and gray pants as he carried the pottery to the plastic garbage can she’d dragged to the porch. “When did you find things like this?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes ago.” Sabrina followed behind him and tossed a few pieces of clay pot into the bin. They made a dull thump against the thick plastic. “I’m surprised. I didn’t realize things like this happened here.”
“Teenagers.” He tried to focus on what he was saying and not on the fact that he could see the lace outline of her bra through the soft material of her T-shirt. But when he looked away, his gaze landed on those little shorts instead. As if his imagination needed any help after all that talk about the shower last weekend. “Sometimes they get bored and do stupid things.”
Sabrina smiled again and this time it reached her eyes. “These ones are plenty stupid. They left a note.” She pointed to the porch railing.
Noah walked over and saw a message gouged into the wood. Fuq.
“Charming, isn’t it?” She scooped up a bunch of blooms and dirt. Together, they dumped the last of the mess into the garbage can. Her spicy-sweet scent overpowered the aroma of fresh dirt when she stopped beside him. “You don’t think they’ll come back, do you?”
“No. I don’t.” He was surprised they’d dared to do it in the first place. Most times, any vandalism happened at a construction site left unguarded for the evening. Occasionally on the school or other public building where it would achieve maximum impact. “Are you worried?”
“Of course not.” She scoffed as though the very idea was an insult. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve spent the past nine years living in the heart of Vancouver. A couple of punk vandals are nothing.”
She was quiet for a minute. Noah watched while she swept the piles of dirt off the porch and onto the flowerbeds below with her foot.
“But I’d be happier if it hadn’t happened at all.” She sighed and kicked some more dirt. “Thanks for helping me clean up. If this had happened at my old apartment, my neighbor would have called the landlord to complain.”
“About vandalism?”
She shrugged. “He didn’t like me.”
Noah thought the man was clearly an idiot. He dusted his hands off. “No problem.” Sabrina’s smile could knock a man off his feet if her boots hadn’t already done the job. He cleared his throat. “I’ll get a broom for the rest of this.” A clearer head would be nice, too.
He focused on what he’d need to repair the gouges in the wood—some sandpaper and a coat or two of white paint—and not on the way Sabrina looked in those shorts. And boots.
But his fingers tightened around the handle of the push broom he’d pulled from the shed when he saw Sabrina bent over again. So he said the first thing that popped into his head. “You know, this might have been a message for me.”
“For you?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “The town’s golden son? I highly doubt that.”
Noah wasn’t the town’s golden son, but this wasn’t the time to correct her. He walked up the steps. “If you’re worried about them coming back, you could get a dog.”
“A dog?” She stood up, pushing her hair back.
“Yes.” A big, slavering dog that would keep vandals and bored teenagers away. “For safety.” So that any troublemaker who showed up would get a surprise. A toothy, barky surprise. Actually, it was a pretty good idea for spur-of-the-moment thinking.
But Sabrina shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got city instincts. And you’re probably right, these guys won’t come back.” Her eyes met his. “Besides, I can’t get a dog—I’m not staying. What would I do with a dog when I left?”
Noah nodded. She was right. A dog was a foolish idea. It would be irresponsible for her to get a dog when she knew she wasn’t staying and the dog couldn’t go with her. Maybe he should get a dog. But then he wasn’t home enough to make that a reasonable option, either.
He started sweeping.
“I can do that.” She held her hand out for the broom. “Really, you’ve done more than enough.”
But Noah just kept sweeping. He could easily go inside, break this little connection they were forging. Sabrina wasn’t staying. She knew that. He knew that. The whole town knew that. And yet he didn’t leave the porch.
His eyes tracked her hands as she rubbed them on the seat of her denim shorts. He wondered if it were possible for him to institute a bylaw that banned those shorts. Or perhaps one that required Sabrina Ryan to wear them at all times. He swept harder.
She stood by the damaged railing, fingers tracing the ugly message. “Are you always like this?”
“Always like what?” Trying to pretend that his body wasn’t screaming for him to stop thinking and start acting?
“Doing things that aren’t your job.”
“I’m the mayor.”
“So?” The colorful scarf holding back her hair trailed over one shoulder and around the curve of her breast. Noah feared he might snap the broom’s wooden handle. “That doesn’t mean you’re responsible for everything that happens within town limits.”
Noah swallowed and told his body to get back to sweeping. His body told his brain that it needed a moment. Just one moment as his eyes drank in every curve of her body. “I don’t act like I’m responsible for everything.”
She cocked her head. “Oh, really?”
“Yes.” He didn’t; he just tried to help out. Not the same thing at all.
Sabrina nodded, but didn’t look like she believed him. “I know it isn’t the dinner I owe you, but how about some coffee to say thanks for helping with the dirty work?”
Noah glanced down at his pants which were streaked with dirt. He’d have to spray and presoak them before washing. He looked back at Sabrina. She shook something deep inside of him. A part of himself that he kept carefully caged. He glanced over at the sun, dipping below the horizon. A secretive time, when people acted out of character and blamed it on the night. “It’s late.”
“Right.” But her face fell and dragged his stomach with it.
“It’s late for coffee,” he heard himself say. “I’ve got an early start tomorrow. If I drink coffee now, I’ll be up all night.”
Sabrina’s face brightened and Noah felt his stomach do a slow somersault. “Something else, then?”
He should say no. He balanced the broom against the railing. They could part now and go to their respective homes feeling good about the interaction. Just a couple of neighbors. But he didn’t want to say no. “Sounds great.”
He tried not to watch her go, those boots flashing, hips wiggling, but failed. And when she came back with two water glasses and handed one to him, their fingers brushing, he felt a flash of heat that had nothing to do with the hot day crest through him.
Her throat bobbed as she took a long sip. Noah blinked and reminded himself that licking her neck would not be considered appropriate mayoral behavior. He thought about doing it anyway.
She sat down and leaned back, resting on her elbows. The movement outlined the lace bra she wore. There was a streak of dirt on her shoulder. He knew his own clothes hadn’t fared any better. But he didn’t care. His fingers pressed harder against the cold glass.
“How are Marissa and Kyle?”
Noah blinked. He was thinking about peeling her out of her clothes and she wanted to talk about his family? “They’re fine.”
She nodded. “I haven’t seen them. I guess they’re avoiding me.”
Noah swallowed some more water and tried to bring his mind around to the conversation they were having, not the one he wanted to have, which involved climbing out of their clothes. “Does that bother you?”
Sabrina swiveled to look up at him. “Yes.” Her eyes, normally so bright and cheerful, looked sad. “I’d hoped, well, it doesn’t matter what I’d hoped.” She played with the end of her scarf. “Did Marissa ever tell you that I tried to apologize?”
It took a second for the words to sink in to Noah’s heat-soaked brain. “You did?” His dear sister-in-law had never mentioned that. But then, to be fair, the topic had been a sensitive one for Marissa, who had felt more judgment over the unplanned pregnancy than Kyle.
Sabrina nodded, her fingers twirling the scarf around and around. “I called right after she had the baby, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”
Noah considered that little nugget of information. Marissa had always given him the impression that, after the interview, she’d never heard from Sabrina again.
“I sent a gift and a letter.” Sabrina smiled to herself. “I guess I thought it might prove to her that I was sorry. As if a fuzzy white stuffed animal could make up for what I wrote.”
“A toy dog,” Noah said. He knew that dog. It had been Paul’s favorite as a baby, and though the doll was now gray with age, it still held a place of honor on his bed.
Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Yes. So she did get it. I was never sure.”
Noah nodded slowly. “It was a difficult time for them.” New parents, newlyweds. A hard time for anyone.
Sabrina traced her finger along the rim of her glass. “I keep hoping I’ll see her, so I can tell her I’m sorry.” She put her glass down on the steps and turned toward him.
A tingle worked its way up his spine. The sun dropped farther, leaving them in a silent twilight. His eyes followed the curve of her cheek, the dark shadow of her lashes as she peeked up at him. No one else would be making an appearance here tonight. No one could see them from the road or the yard.
For all intents and purposes, they were alone. Completely alone.
“I still miss her.” Sabrina’s voice was low, intimate. “We were best friends. I thought we’d be friends forever. And then I wrote that snotty article.” She looked down at her lap. “There are times I wonder if I did the wrong thing. If I’m a bad person.”
The tremor in her voice dove right into Noah’s heart and stayed there. “You’re not a bad person.” He sank down on the step beside her, tangled his fingers with hers and squeezed.
“Your sister-in-law would disagree.”
“She doesn’t know everything.”
“Don’t tell her that.”
He laughed and put his glass down. He didn’t want to talk about Marissa anymore. He didn’t want to talk at all. He tugged on Sabrina’s hand, drawing her closer to him. First their shoulders touched, then their hips, then her legs pressed against the length of his. Her face tilted up, glowing in the soft evening light.
“Mr. Mayor.” Her breath tickled his lips as he bent closer. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Noah stopped. Had he read the entire situation wrong? Was she just looking for a neighborly visit where they sat on the porch and talked about the day’s problems? The tips of his ears burned and his chest tightened. “I was.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_999a3e50-8e82-5141-a1fe-8228612b6b6b)
OH, YES.
Sabrina’s eyes slid shut as Noah’s lips touched hers. It had been so long since she’d been touched by anyone and she reveled in it. A loose warmth curled through her. Satisfaction tickled the base of her neck. It was probably wrong to be kissing the man she hoped to interview soon and whose brother she’d dated in high school. But it felt so right.
He placed a hand on the side of her cheek and stroked once. A light butterfly touch that sent a shiver through her. So, so right. She melted toward him.
Noah wasn’t the kind of man she usually kissed. He didn’t drive a fast car or refuse to wear shoes that weren’t made of real Italian leather. He didn’t live in a penthouse suite with a view of the city lights below and attend parties every night to both see and be seen. He didn’t do yoga on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays or count every carb that got near his mouth. He was the kind of man who chose shoes for utility and performed manual labor to keep his physique. At least, she hoped so. Sabrina was really looking forward to seeing a shirtless Noah mowing the lawn outside her window.
Hot, sweaty yard work. She ran a hand down his arm, feeling the pull and bunch of his muscles. She’d go out and personally shake the leaves off the trees for him to rake if she had to. Followed by a lovely pasta dinner, which Noah would relish instead of looking at her with horror and ask if she was trying to make him fat.
That he sat on the porch in the bits of dirt that still clung to the wood slats wasn’t lost on her, either. Sabrina was used to the urbanites who complained if dust gathered on their leather car seats. Not a single one of her friends in Vancouver would ever have jumped in to help clean up the mess of crushed blooms and broken pots. And they never would have sat down on the porch, not even if it had been freshly scrubbed.
She curled against him. His hand rested on the nape of her neck, his thumb drawing slow, easy circles. Although the night was warm, she shivered. She thought they should stay here for a while. A very long while.
Sabrina could forget while she was out here, wrapped up in his arms, in his taste and smell. Everything in her life that hadn’t been so great seemed less important.
Noah trailed light kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other. So sweet, so careful, so unlike what she was used to. But when she urged him for more, pressing her mouth more firmly against his, trying to take the wheel, he simply continued at the slow, sweet pace.
And to her surprise, she burned all the hotter for it. More than if he’d shoved his tongue in her mouth and tugged at her neckline.
His cheek was stubbly. So different from the smooth, baby softness of her last boyfriend. And the way he smelled. Just fresh air and pine tree. Sabrina inhaled deeply, feeling the heat pool in her body.
She turned her torso, trying to press against him, wanting to throw her legs around him, but unable to do so without breaking their lip lock. Oh, the tragedy of choice. Her fingers curled around his hard biceps, appreciating the strength hidden beneath the clean-cut shirts and tidy persona.
Noah’s tongue darted out to touch hers, just a flick, a recon mission to determine if this was acceptable. Sabrina sighed. More than acceptable. Her body softened, molded itself to his while he stroked her face, her neck, her arms and shoulders, all while keeping up an uninterrupted appreciation of her mouth. He was barely touching her, nothing under the clothes, no intense grabs or grips and she’d practically melted into his lap.
But it was like a tickle, creating a delightful itch beneath her skin, and this wasn’t enough to soothe it.
A tingle skittered down her spine when he stroked down her neck and along her arm, stopping to play with the soft skin on the inside of her elbow. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to the same spot. Sabrina had never thought of the area as being particularly sensitive, but the shudders coursing through her said maybe she should pay a little more attention.
Her breath escaped and she shivered against him, but not because the air cooled as the evening slipped fully into night. She didn’t notice.
For her, there was only Noah. His hands holding her close, large and strong enough to wield manly man tools but treating her like her mother’s fine crystal; his voice whispering in her ears and across her skin; his lips brushing along her neck, the shoulder he’d bared and her lips.
Her worries about her job, her home, her city life slipped away as easily as the sun.
Sabrina rose, straddled him, then pressed a hot kiss to his neck. Noah’s fingers tightened on her hips as he pulled her closer and he groaned when she ran her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. She knew how he felt.
But he didn’t grab her, didn’t thrust himself against her and grind their bodies together. Still so thoughtful, so controlled. Each movement a precise, choreographed scene created for maximum enjoyment. She wanted him to let go. She bit the tendon that connected his neck and shoulder. He inhaled sharply and stilled.
Sabrina’s breath caught. Too far? Was he going to pull back, gather his thoughts and realize that they were outside and anyone might wander up the driveway?
But then Noah’s fingers curved into her hips again, hard this time, and his body surged against hers. Definitely not too far. He gripped the back of her head, dragging her mouth to him.
And the soft, slow pace changed, becoming harder and faster. Sabrina could feel just how much he liked it. Their mouths connected, teeth clicked, tongues tangled. He yanked the hem of her T-shirt up, exposing her torso to the night and cupped her breast. Her entire body seemed to scream yes and she couldn’t hold back a wild moan when he rubbed her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, no longer thinking about some random neighbor walking over.
For all she cared, they could enjoy the show.
She raked her hands through Noah’s hair, mussing up the precise part. The wood steps were digging into her knees, but she didn’t mind. Not when Noah was sucking on the side of her neck, his stubble raking her sensitized skin.
So Mr. Mayor wasn’t really this calm and perfect persona he displayed to the world. Behind that cool blue gaze he was all pent-up emotion and hunger. She smiled.
“Just so you know,” he said between love bites, “I was going to agree to the interview anyway.”
“Hmm?” Sabrina heard the pop of stitches when he pulled the neck of her T-shirt farther away from her body. Why was he talking? She had a neck that needed kissing.
“The interview.” His teeth scraped her skin. “This week.”
She shuddered, letting her head loll backward. His hands held her hips firmly in place so she had no fear of falling, even if she stretched back fully. Noah was a man who wouldn’t let a woman fall.
His kisses weren’t gentle any longer. They were bossy and demanding. She gripped the bottom of his golf shirt and tugged it off. Oh, he was just delightful under that preppy exterior. All hard muscles and cut abs. She let her fingers trace the ridges while she kept kissing him. His skin burned under her as though the outside temperature wasn’t even a concern. Sabrina pressed closer, wanting nothing between them.
“Did you hear me?” he asked between hot, hard kisses.
“Yes. Interview. This week. You and me. More kissing, please.” She didn’t care about the job right now. Just the man. This man.
