She smiled. “You’re an interesting man, Sam.”
He stepped closer. “Interesting tends to be a synonym for unusual and not in a good way.”
“Is intriguing better?” She tilted her head as he approached.
“Much.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb and kissed her briefly. As much as he wanted to go back to kissing her senseless, the moment was gone and he didn’t want to rush her. “Thanks for dinner. I’ll pick you up just before seven tomorrow?”
“You don’t want to stay longer?”
“I’d love to stay longer, but I suspect Ceiveon will call back the moment her baby settles and she’s going to want all the gossip about me.” He kissed her again, because he had to. “You’ll want to tell her how wonderful I am without me in earshot.” He winked again and moved towards the door.
She laughed. “There’s that modesty again.” She walked him to his car. “Thanks for everything today, Sam.”
“Any time. Tell me when you want to try again, and I’ll make time for you.”
One last kiss, this time lingering a little longer. Her taste was becoming addictive. “Sweet dreams, Penny.”
He backed out of the driveway and waited until she waved and went back inside before he drove away.
He’d be dreaming of her.
Chapter 11
After Sam had left the night before, Penelope was at a loss at what to do. Dinner had been lovely, and the kiss had been amazing. Then Sam had proved he had good instincts when Ceiveon had called back demanding all the details, and calling Sam, “hot, hot, hot”.
Penelope smiled. She was definitely right.
The pile of yarn on the coffee table had mocked her and so she’d unravelled the mess, cast on the required stitches, knitted a row, and then placed the yarn and needles into a bag. She’d take it out to the Ridge today and ask Amy to help her.
Now she was waiting for Sam to arrive. She’d made herself a coffee and was going to make Sam one too, except she didn’t have his phone number, and didn’t know what kind of coffee he liked. She considered calling Georgie, but it was early and she was probably still asleep.
The growl of an engine came down the street, and she grabbed her coffee and backpack, locked up and was on the front step as Sam pulled in. She jogged over to the car.
“Did you want a coffee?” she asked.
Sam tapped the mug in the drink holder next to him. “I’m sorted. Did you sleep well?”
She’d fallen asleep thinking of him. “Yes, thank you.” She threw her backpack in the back and climbed in next to Sam. He had used some kind of body wash or aftershave which smelled spicy and manly. Nice.
Pulling out her phone, she asked, “What’s your number?”
He told her and she plugged it in. “Send yours to me,” he said. “I was going to call and ask if you wanted coffee, but I didn’t have it.”
She smiled. “Same.”
Penelope put down her phone and realised they hadn’t gone anywhere. “Are we waiting for something?”
Sam leaned closer. “I was hoping for a good morning kiss.”
Her pulse accelerated as she shifted closer to him. “All right.”
Their lips touched. A slow, thorough kiss, which woke every inch of her body.
“Good morning,” Sam said when they separated and then he backed out of the driveway.
“Isn’t it,” Penelope agreed. She settled in and studied him. The sun was glowing in the east and there was enough light to see him. He really was a sexy man. Two-day-old stubble covered his face, and it gave him a rugged look. Today he wore a loose long-sleeved shirt, the type fishermen often wore and a pair of board shorts. Looked like he planned to go swimming. She wore her own bathers underneath her clothes.
“Did Ceiveon call you back?” He glanced at her with a smile.
