Keeping his frustration tamped was incredibly difficult at the moment, but somehow he managed to remain calm. “We’ll leave here as friends, just as you requested, but there’s something I want you to know.” Figuring he had nothing left to lose, he put everything out in the open. “I’m falling in love with you, Rebecca. And it has nothing to do with sex and lust, and everything to do with who you are. You’re genuine and loyal and caring, and those are the qualities that make me want you as much as I do. But none of that matters if you aren’t willing to meet me halfway.”
She was staring at him in shock, and since she didn’t seem inclined to reply to anything he’d just said, he knew this was the end. To them and what could have been.
With a heavy heart, he turned and walked back into the bedroom, leaving her in the living room, alone. Just as she preferred.
AS THE BEDROOM door closed behind Connor, Rebecca drew in a deep shuddering breath, reeling over his admission. When her mind finally cleared, her first instinct was to deny what he’d said and the way he felt about her. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it-because if she’d learned anything these past three days, it was that Connor was a man of his word. Most importantly, he had more integrity than her own father had ever possessed.
In that distinctive moment, she realized she had two choices. One, was to walk out of his hotel room with her dignity, heart and emotions intact, or two, finally confront the fears that had ruled so many years of her life.
She uncurled her fist and glanced down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. The words bold, spontaneous and go for it stared up at her, making her realize that maybe, possibly, she’d been given the pink heart with the same message for a reason. Not so much because of fate, but because her life, and her courage, needed that boost. That push. That shove.
Bold and spontaneous felt so good with Connor. And she knew that if she took the coward’s way out and left now, that she risked the possibility of losing Connor forever.
Was she willing to take that chance?
Surprisingly, the answer was crystal clear, and it reverberated inside her with a firm and resounding no.
Squaring her shoulders, and preparing herself to be bolder and more spontaneous than she’d ever been before, she headed toward Connor’s bedroom, opened the door, and stepped inside. To her surprise, she found him packing his belongings into his duffel bag.
While there was no reason for him to stay since their wedding duties were done, it was nearly four o’clock in the morning, way too early for him to be on the road.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, and heard the panic in her own voice.
He spared her a brief glance before shoving a small stack of T-shirts into his bag. “There’s nothing left for me to stay here for.”
She winced, stung by his words, because she knew exactly what he was referring to. Her. Them.
She swallowed hard, trying to gulp down her fears at the same time. “What if I told you that you should stay? For us?”
He walked into the bathroom and returned seconds later with his toiletry bag. “I got the impression out there that there is no us.”
He was moving so fast that he was making her dizzy. “Stop, Connor. Please.”
There must have been something in her voice that reached him, because he finally halted by the bed. His gaze was direct, and his body language all but screamed stay back. Which she did. For now.
“When I agreed to our affair this weekend, I never thought that it would be anything more than a physical thing.” When he continued to stare at her, she shifted anxiously on her bare feet and pushed herself to go on. “But instead, I came to realize what was missing from my life.”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest and lifted a brow. “And what’s that?”
“Fun. Laughter. Spontaneity.” A smile wavered on her lips. “All because of you.”
He shrugged. “Hey, that’s what friends are for.” His tone was laced with sarcasm.
He had every right to be frustrated with her, and she struggled to continue in the face of such opposition. “What I’m about to say isn’t easy for me, but I hope you’ll hear me out.”
He remained quiet, but didn’t move from where he was standing, and she took that as a positive sign.
“You already know what my childhood was like, and some fears die a lot harder than others. It’s like I’ve been programmed to be responsible and practical, because my father was never those things. And once he was gone, I had to be even more sensible and dependable to give Celeste the stability and security that he left us without.”
“That’s understandable,” he said, softening a bit.
She dampened her bottom lip with her tongue. “And then there’s the fact that you’re six years younger than I am.”
He uncrossed the arms he’d folded over his chest, and let his arms hang loosely at his sides. “It’s just a number, Rebecca.”
“You’re right,” she said, nodding. Never once had she thought of him as immature. If anything, he was much wiser than his years because of what he’d faced as a child. “Then there’s the issue of you spending money in ways that I can’t understand because of who I am and how I grew up.”
“I’m not like your father, Rebecca,” he replied adamantly. “I invest my money and have plenty of it. I want more than I have in life, but by that I don’t mean material goods. Those tangible things aren’t important to me.” He walked over to her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms, warming her from the outside in. “I want a relationship, one that isn’t based on a woman wanting me for my money or what I can give her. I want you, because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and more.”
Could she truly be that lucky? It appeared that she was, and she would no longer question Fate, or even Cupid. “Okay,” she whispered.
He frowned, looking uncertain. “Okay?”
“You can have me, any way you want me.” She liked the sound of that. “But be patient with me, because I’ve got a lot of hangups and insecurities to deal with.”
“I know.” He grinned, showing off his boyish dimple. “But it’s okay because I love you, Rebecca Moore. Just as you are.”
Her heart seemed to beat double-time in her chest, and she let herself go with the warm, incredible feeling surging inside her. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”
He kissed her, long and hard and deep, pouring emotion into the embrace, as well as a sense of security that eased her fears. By the time he ended the kiss, she was breathless and aroused.
“Do you realize it’s Valentine’s Day?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Ummm,” he said as he eased her backwards, until she was tumbling onto the bed and he was sprawled on top of her. “I guess that means I’ll need to buy you a couple of pounds of chocolate from Sinfully Sweet, huh?”
She didn’t know that it was possible to feel so happy. So content. “I have all the chocolate I need.” She lifted her hand, showing him the half-heart wrapped in blue foil that she was still holding. “And I have your heart.”
“That you do,” he agreed.
As she gazed at the candy, Rebecca realized that they weren’t so opposite after all. Just like the chocolate heart that had started it all, Connor was her other half. Her soul mate. The man she was meant to spend her life with.
And she planned to do exactly that.
CONSTANT CRAVING by Jacquie D’Alessandro
Prologue
WITH A SMILE of satisfaction, Ellie Fairbanks turned over the sign hanging on the sparkling clean shop window so that the residents of Austell would know that the town’s newest store, Sinfully Sweet, was now open and ready for business.
A combination of nerves and anticipation rippled through her at the prospect of the first customer walking through the door. She ran her fingers lovingly over the glossy black and gilt hand-painted script letters adorning the front picture window, then touched the smaller letters beneath the name that read: Extraordinary Chocolate Confections. Would this store prove as successful to their scientific research as the last one she and Marcus had opened?