Status Updates From Pick Me (Loveless & Dunn #2...

“Was that worth waiting fourteen years for?” “I’d say yes, but then if I’d known how worth it, I wouldn’t have waited fourteen years. If that makes any sense.” She smiled. “Perfect sense.” He brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. “Where the hell have you been all my life, Thea Dunn?”

It seemed that with every step she was reminded of how much fun they’d had in that field, how quickly they’d resumed their sexy exchanges, the air between them charged with the same heat and affection they’d enjoyed months earlier –months since Willa and Connie had welcomed her to the condo and they’d sat around discussing Calder Frye, and she never knowing how close she would get to him.

What did she and Calder have? A few motorcycle rides? Hot kisses and a couple of heart-to-heart talks? Then why was the news of his leaving sticking in her throat every time she swallowed? And why was it their heart-to-heart talks had filled her with hope and wonder, and a fierce desire to bring the kind of good to the world that he did?

First his date with Thea that had turned into one of the hottest experiences he’d had in a kitchen—or anywhere, for that matter—in a long time, and now this incredible opportunity from Warner Memorial. It was an amazing offer, one a doctor could wait his whole life for and never get, but the timing was far from ideal.

“I wanted to do this to you that night,” he murmured. “I wanted to do all kinds of things.” “I wanted you, too,” she gasped, her voice cracking with need. Unable to bear another minute of his delicious torment, she spun around and reached to meet his mouth. He drew her up, guiding her kiss under his, tasting her, the heat of his tongue seeking and insistent.

He thought of Thea waiting for him. He thought of the way she’d looked at him at dinner, the way she’d slid her arms around him on the bike. He thought of that night 14 years earlier when they’d helped each other escape their lives for one perfect night. Hell, maybe they could do that again tonight. And maybe tonight, they could do more than just watch the stars and choke down burgers.

Later that night, when they’d pulled to the shoulder to dry off and watch the stars over the bay, she’d looked at him like she’d wanted him to kiss her—the kind of hard, deep kiss that changes futures—but he hadn’t. For a long, long time afterwards, he’d regretted being such a damn gentleman. And now she was living beside him. And still hot.

Thea prayed she was hallucinating, and that the sexiest guy in school hadn’t actually pulled up to see her looking like a Barbie after an hour with a Sharpie-wielding toddler. Because if this was fate’s idea of a joke, she wasn’t laughing. She might be the laughing stock of prom, but Calder Frye didn’t have to know it.