“But the press could find out.”
“I’ll stay at another hotel.” She was used to last-minute changes. “If anyone asks why I’m here, I can say I’m scouting wedding sites. I’ll rent a car and—”
“No.” Will stared at her, his eyes cloudy. “You can stay with me.”
“With you?”
“A path connects my house to the inn. It’s a nice walk, and you can enter and exit through the service entrance without being seen by our guests or the press. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Only if one is certifiable. “I don’t want to impose.”
“You won’t. The press will get bored waiting for Faith to show up, and then you can move into the inn. It’ll be a few days at the most.”
A few days. That didn’t sound so bad to Kelsey as long as there were no more kisses. And why in the world would they kiss again?
“I’m sure it’ll work out fine.”
CHAPTER SIX
Fine.Kelsey’s definition of the word and Will’s had to be miles apart. The only way to make things work out fine was to get away from her—ASAP. Will concentrated on his driving.
“Would you mind if I turned on the radio?” she asked.
“Go ahead.” His voice sounded cool, even to him. “I also have Spotify with some playlists.”
“Thank you.”
So polite. Just an act, Will was certain. If she were truly polite, she wouldn’t have kissed him back the way she had. Yes, he’d been the one to kiss her, but she’d been so passionate and eager. That shouldn’t have happened when the kiss had been nothing more than an act, and he wanted to pretend he hadn’t felt anything. Pretend this kiss was like the others had been since Sara’s passing, fleeting and unmemorable. But based on his very real reaction, he didn’t know if he could pretend.
Will didn’t like that, didn’t like the way Kelsey had made him drop his guard, if only for a rare moment. There had been other women in his life since Sara’s death, but no relationships he considered remotely serious. Nothing he couldn’t forget or live without. Nothing he’d wanted to take to the next level.
But with Kelsey…
It had only been one kiss, but holding her with their lips pressed together had felt like coming home. Home to a place he’d forgotten existed after years of exile. He wanted to go back. Again and again.
And that made absolutely no sense.
Sara was the only one who had made him feel that way.
As Kelsey scrolled through his playlists, he caught another tantalizing whiff of her perfume. The scent reminded him of her kiss. Passionate, seductive, hot. The perfume tickled his nose the same way it had during the flight from LA.
Will tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He should have bought a Hummer instead. The front seats had to be farther apart than the ones in his SUV.
Who was he kidding? He could be sitting at the opposite end of a widebody aircraft, and he’d still be able to smell her.
Her perfume, he corrected himself.
Will searched the recesses of his memory. He glanced at his wedding band and struggled to remember the fragrance Sara had worn. Something light. Floral, perhaps? Sweet and gentle as the woman herself. But he couldn’t remember the scent, the name…nothing.
What was happening to him?
He should remember it, all of it.
“This is one of my favorites.” Kelsey pushedPlay.
The sound of blues filled the confines of his car. It was one of Will’s favorites, too, but right now, anything would be better than music that brought smoky and sultry and seductive images to mind.
He shifted in his seat. At least they didn’t have far to drive.
