“His name’s Rufus,” said Larry. “I’m doing some home renovations, and Crystal offered to keep him for a little while.”
Crystal sent Larry a fleeting look of gratitude.
“Oh.” Stella’s expression mellowed.
Clearly, a Grosso dog was an entirely different matter.
“I should be heading home,” said Stella. “It was nice to meet you, Larry.”
“A pleasure,” said Larry.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mom,” Crystal put in. She’d been busy with Jennifer and David today, but she’d be back in the office tomorrow to help out with whatever needed doing.
While her mother crossed to her car, Crystal and Larry headed back up the stairs.
“You do know I’m too old to be lying to someone’s parents,” said Larry as soon as the door closed behind them.
The purr of Stella’s engine disappeared as she exited through the gate.
“Sorry,” said Crystal with sincerity. “I didn’t know what to say to her.”
Larry nodded. “I had the same problem. ‘I’m weighing the probability of kissing your daughter again’ didn’t seem quite right.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” asked Crystal, forgetting about her mother and focusing on Larry all over again.
“Of course, that’s what I’m doing.”
“What are the odds?”
“I’d give it a fifty-fifty,” he said.
Crystal moved a little closer. “Better rework that equation, Professor.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she told him huskily. “I’m no rocket scientist, but I’d give it a ninety-five.”
“For or against?”
“For.”
“I like the way you do math.”
“Do I get an A?”
“I don’t know,” he drawled. “Your theoretical work is top-notch, but this is applied mathematics.”
Crystal blinked flirtatiously. “Then I guess I’d better get started on a real-world application.”
His expression sobered. He took a step forward, then tipped her chin with his index finger. “Good. Because there’s a particular theory I’d like to test.”
His touch sent a cascade of desire coursing through her. She instantly remembered the taste of his lips, the strength of his embrace and the scent of his skin.
“Test away,” she whispered.
He leaned forward.
Her eyes closed.
Rufus barked.
They turned in unison to stare at the dog who was all but twitching with the need to get out.
Larry sighed. “I’ll take him.”
“I’m sorry.”
Larry reached for the leash. “You stay right there. Don’t move.”
“Yes, sir,” she promised.
The door clicked shut, and Crystal stood in her dim kitchen picturing Larry and Rufus on the stairs, in the parking lot, out on the pathway.
She glanced at her watch, estimating five or so minutes for the walk if Rufus cooperated. Then her gaze caught his food dish, and she wondered if she should fill it. They didn’t need an interruption from a hungry dog on top of everything else.
But she’d promised Larry she’d stay still. So she decided to leave the dish as it was.
But then her phone rang.
She checked her impulse to answer it and stayed where she was. Whoever it was could call back in the morning. It was probably her mother with more questions about Larry. Crystal sure didn’t need that at the moment. It might even be a marketing firm. Who wanted to interrupt their evening for a marketing firm?
She squinted, trying to see the glowing number in the readout.
Amber.
Damn it. It could be important. She crossed the kitchen to the phone.
“Amber? Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be? Where have you been?”
“I was out.” Crystal paused. “Working with someone on my cookbook.”
“I called earlier.”
“But nothing’s wrong?” Crystal reconfirmed, taking a seat on the sofa.
“I needed you to babysit.”
“Again?”
The door opened, and Larry appeared with Rufus.
Crystal glanced guiltily up at them.
Larry shook his head in resignation and hung Rufus’s leash up on one of the coat hooks near the door.
“Zane’s leaving tomorrow,” said Amber.
Crystal felt a surge of hope. “Back to Atlanta?”
“He does have a job there.”
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I told you he’s changed.”
Crystal didn’t respond.
Amber gave a long-suffering sigh that transmitted her pitiful circumstances over the phone lines. “I’m going to miss him so much.”
“You haven’t seen him in months,” Crystal felt compelled to point out.
Rufus sniffed at his empty dish, and Larry pointed to a cupboard, eyebrows raised in a question.
“What does that have to do with anything?” asked Amber, annoyance coming into her tone.
Crystal pointed to the dog food cupboard. “I just meant…Never mind.” Her sister definitely wasn’t in a mood to listen to reason.
“So, can you do it?” asked Amber.
“Do what?”
“Babysit tonight so I can say goodbye.”
Crystal glanced at her watch. It was nearly ten o’clock. “This late?”
“There’s a new club down on Elm Street.”
“Who’s paying?”
“What kind of a question is that?”
A stupid question. Amber was paying, of course.
Larry scooped some dry food into Rufus’s dish and refilled the water bowl.
Crystal mouthed thank you.
“Aren’t the kids asleep?” she asked Amber.
“Of course they’re asleep.”
“So, you want me to come over there.” Crystal gave Larry a pained, apologetic look as he crossed the room to sit beside her.
“Could you?” asked Amber.
“Not really,” Crystal responded. She’d do anything for her niece and nephew, but Amber needed to take some responsibility here.
Larry’s strong arm went around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. “Do the kids need you?” he murmured.
Crystal glanced up at him. Yes, the kids needed her. There was no telling what Amber might do, no telling what Zane might pressure her into. She wished with all her heart that Amber was logical and trustworthy. But the truth was, Crystal couldn’t begin to guess what Amber would do if she turned her down.
“Tell her yes,” whispered Larry.
Crystal closed her eyes in disappointment, while Larry gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“What time will you be back home?” she asked her sister.
“Midnight,” said Amber. “Maybe one at the latest.”
“Make it midnight,” Crystal insisted, knowing she was wasting her breath.
“Sure. Of course,” Amber sang. “When can you be here?”
Crystal gazed steadily into Larry’s dark, hazel eyes. “It’ll take me a bit to get out the door.”
“Hurry,” said Amber.
“Goodbye,” said Crystal, hitting the off button.
“I take it she has a date with Zane,” said Larry, his fingers absently twirling Crystal’s hair.
“He’s leaving tomorrow.”
“Hopefully for good.”
“I sure hope so.” She gave a hard sigh and dropped her head back against Larry’s arm.
“Do we have time for a kiss?” he asked.
“Yes!” She straightened and turned to pucker. “Do it now. Quick. Before anything else can get in the way.”
His hand slipped behind her head, fingers twining in her hair. “I was hoping for slow, but if that’s not going to happen-”
And then his lips were on hers, harder than earlier, firm, confident and demanding. With his free hand, he tugged her up close.
His mouth was a fiery combination of moisture, suction, movement and exquisite taste. Her arms snaked around his neck, while her body hummed with fiery sensation. One kiss turned to two, then three, then four.