She couldn’t make total sense of what he said, but she got the picture. Purdue had faked the formula somehow, and that was the catalyst that switched on the rest of the nightmare. Eventually, she’d ask him about all the hows and whys.
Right then, she was absorbed in what he didn’t say-the part that really hurt. Harm didn’t give a damn about money, never would. He cared about saving the world. He was pretty much that kind of hopeless, cockamamie idealist.
“Hey,” she said, real rough and tough. She leaned back, not wanting to sever that hug, but…well, there were a lot of people around. “All you’re really saying is that we don’t have our cure now, Harm. You’ve got years and years to work with this. Starting exactly where your uncle left off, and that was darned close to success, right?”
When she broke free from him, he said immediately, “Wherever you think you’re going, come back here.”
“Believe me, I’m going right back in your arms, buster. But I promised the boys something…” She took the plate from the microwave. “It’s pretty disgusting, I know, especially for breakfast. But there was just nothing around here for me to work with, so…”
She sprinted out of the room, and sprinted right back in about three seconds later with empty hands. “I just felt bad that so many of them came, that they all had to get up so early. Nobody had time for breakfast, and then they were stuck, just hanging and waiting while you were in there with the lieutenant and Purdue.”
“You are such a caretaker.” He leaned back against the counter and shook his head.
She bristled. “I most certainly am not!”
“You are. You take care of everyone. You sure as hell have taken outstanding care of me.” He started walking toward her, one slow step at a time.
She put her hands on her hips. “Just because I’m a chef doesn’t mean I fit the stereotype of the waiting-on-a-man kind of woman. That kind of caretaking role went out in the Middle Ages, you know.”
“I realize you can’t help it. I suspect it’s hardwired in your DNA. So we’re not going to talk about how many babies we’re going to have.”
Her hand slapped her chest, as if that might help keep her heart from imploding. “Harm, neither of us has had a good night’s sleep in ages,” she said reasonably. “We’ve both been battered and beat-up tonight. And terrified. We’ve only known each other for a very, very, very short time…”
She would have gone on, but he interrupted.
“You’re in love with me. And I know damn well I’m in love with you-the way I’ve never been in love, the way I’ve never loved anyone else. Now Cate, I realize you have commitment issues…”
“I don’t have issues! I’m against commitment altogether!”
He nodded. “I know. But Cookie, I’m not leaving you. I’m not going to die in a fire. I plan on hanging around in your life until we’re both white-haired and crotchety-not that you’re not already crotchety. I don’t want to insult you by implying that your heart’s bigger than the sky, and that you’re the warmest, most giving woman I’ve ever known. I do love you, Cate.”
“Stop it. You’re making me nervous!”
His mouth crooked up in a grin. “Good. I’ll practice doing that every day. And in the meantime…I just don’t think you’re the kind of woman who can sit around, rolling in money every day with nothing to do…”
She wasn’t about to let that slur to her character slip by. “Hey, I could do that. I’m lazy. And greedy.”
“Uh-huh.” From his tone, he was obviously ignoring her. “So I’ve been thinking. This is my theory. You open a restaurant here.”
The idea lodged in her mind like a thorn. A sweet thorn. She had no idea how much she wanted it, how much she’d yearned to open her own place, until the blasted man had said the idea aloud. “What?”
“I’ll stake you. But I have terms.”
“What terms?”
“You wear my ring. Left hand.”
Since he seemed to be still walking toward her, she lifted her arms. It was so easy…to just walk right into the warmth of his embrace. “You’ve given out rings before,” she reminded him.
“Not like this. Cate. You’re the one.”
Damnation. A place full of police, no sleep, nerves and heart frayed by everything wrong going on… But when he kissed her right then, the world didn’t stand still. The way he kissed her, her whole world spun like a star. “Harm?”
“Tell me,” he encouraged her.
“I love you. I’m in love with you. But I’ve been afraid to tell you, to say it. I don’t doubt how I feel. But…I’ve never trusted in the future, Harm. I’m not sure that I know how.”
He nodded. “But that’s exactly the thing, Cate. You can tell me what you’re afraid of. Then we can work with it together. The way you’ve worked on this crisis with me. Together. It’s all right to be afraid.”
“It isn’t.”
He whispered, “Yeah. It is. With me. I promise.” And he proved it, showing her with kiss after kiss after kiss…
Eventually the ambulance left. And the police. Finally, there was no one there but the two of them. Sunlight streamed in the windows, a warm day heating up outside, the promise of a future whispering in the breeze. In his kisses. In her heart.
He was right. She could be vulnerable. With him.
JENNIFER GREENE
lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and an assorted menagerie of pets. Michigan State University has honored her as an outstanding woman graduate for her work with women on campus.
Jennifer has written more than seventy love stories, for which she has won numerous awards, including four RITA® Awards from the Romance Writers of America and both their Hall of Fame and Lifetime Achievement Awards.
You’re welcome to contact Jennifer through her Web site at www.jennifergreene.com.
