“True . . .” But that wasn’t why he really wanted to go to Vegas. She had no idea how he’d managed to snow so many women. She found him so transparent. He was up to something else, she just didn’t know what yet.
“It’ll be fun.”
“If you say so.” But she had to admit that anything with Noah was fun. If he wanted to go to Las Vegas, she was willing to give it a shot.
They stopped for the night in Liberal, Kansas, only an hour away. She suggested they continue driving, but Noah said he needed to plan out the next day’s adventures.
“I thought it was Vegas,” she said over dinner at a barbeque restaurant.
“That’s the final destination,” he said, typing into his phone. “We can still have an adventure on the way.”
He’d spent more time on his phone in the last fifteen minutes than she’d seen him do in the five months she’d known him. That was one of his appealing traits. She’d gone through a ton of men who seemed more attached to their phones than they were to her. Noah was always totally engaged with her. Except tonight. Then the obvious reason hit her square in the face. He didn’t want to be there.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” she said without accusation. “You can take me home. Or even put me on a bus.”
His face jerked up, his eyes wide with alarm. “Why would you say that?”
“Noah,” she leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Where would you be right now if you weren’t here with me in Liberal, Kansas?”
He placed his phone on the table and sat back in his chair. “If you had gotten married, probably in a hotel room in Kansas City.”
“You weren’t planning to take a flight back to Seattle today?”
“No.” He frowned. “Josh and I were supposed to have a meeting tomorrow.”
Guilt washed through her. “We need to go back. You have to go to that meeting.”
He shook his head, his eyes hardening. “No we don’t. Josh can handle the meeting and I was owed some vacation time.”
“Just last month you told me that you’d used up all your vacation time.”
He groaned, then leaned closer. “Libby. This is where I want to be. With you.”
“Because you feel sorry for me.”
He laughed. “Sorry for you? Why would I feel sorry for you? Well, other than the fact you’re wearing clothes from Walmart.”
The way he was blowing off her concerns irritated her. “Noah, I’m serious.”
“Libby. So am I.” He sighed, then put his hand over hers. “Are you having fun?”
“Well, yeah. But that’s not the point.”
He smiled, that dazzling megawatt smile that usually won him any woman he wanted. She’d been immune to it. Until now. Her insides warmed and her breath caught in her chest as she stared into his deep brown eyes.
“The point is,” he continued, apparently unaware of the impact he had on her, “this is where I want to be. With you. There’s no self-sacrifice involved. You should know me well enough by now to know that I’m incapable of that particular trait.” He gave her a wry grin, and she decided to let it drop even though she didn’t agree with his assessment of himself. But she also knew him well enough to know when it was pointless to argue with him.
She flashed him a smile. “Okay. You’ve sold me. You want to be here. I want to be here. We both want to be here. What are we doing tomorrow?”
He pushed out a breath, looking more relaxed. “It’s a surprise, of course.”
“Why? Today was my day. Tomorrow can be yours.”
He shook his head. “No can do. You don’t have a license, so you can’t drive.”
Well, shit. He was right. “Where are we staying in Vegas and when will we get there?”
“Caesar’s Palace. I made reservations for Tuesday night.”
She reached her hand across the table. “Let me borrow your phone.”
“Why?”
“I need to call Blair.”
He hesitated. “Why?”
“Since when did you start giving me the third degree? I’m going to see if she’ll send some things to me at the hotel.”
“Okay.” He tapped on his screen before handing it over. “Do you need some privacy?”
“No,” she released a mock laugh. “That went so well with Megan last time. I need a witness in case Blair figures out a way to reach through the phone line and strangle me.”
“You don’t have to call her, Lib. I can get you anything you need.”
“Like a driver’s license?” He shrugged. “Yeah, exactly.”
She tapped in Blair’s number, her back tense as she waited.
“McMillan,” Blair answered. “If you do anything to my best friend, your balls are mine.”
Libby couldn’t help but grin. “What’s Garrett going to say about you taking another man’s balls?”
“Libby,” her friend said, her voice thick with relief. “Garrett won’t say a thing. I have a whole trophy case full of men’s testicles.”
Libby had no doubt about that. Blair Myers Hansen had made a name for herself as a hardass divorce attorney, which was paving the way for the new practice she’d opened with Garrett.
“Where are you, Libs?”
“Ah . . .” She glanced out the window. “Billy Blue Duck BBQ.”
“Maybe not so specific.”
“Liberal, Kansas.”
“When are you coming home?”
She glanced at Noah, but he was staring out the window. “I’m not sure yet. Probably not until later in the week.”
“You’re spending a week in Liberal, Kansas?”
Libby chuckled. “No. We’re on our way to Vegas.”
“Vegas? You hate Vegas.”
“Yeah . . . well . . .” She swallowed. “Noah’s taking me on an adventure. He’s planning it all and I’m letting him.”
“So you’re okay?” Blair asked in a quiet voice that caught Libby by surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she answered. “I am.”
“You know we’re here for you, no matter what, right? Megan feels terrible about what she said.”
“It’s okay,” she said, almost meaning it. Megan had hurt her deeply, but she couldn’t exactly blame her for the things she’d said.
“Talk to us next time, okay?” Blair sounded insistent. “No judgment, no matter how much Megan spouted off.” Not giving her a chance to respond, much less protest, Blair continued. “You did it because of the curse, didn’t you?” She paused. “Your birthday.”
Libby shot a glance at Noah, who was thankfully still looking out the window. She suddenly wished she’d asked for privacy. “Yeah.” She saw no reason to deny it.
“I know you believe in it, but it doesn’t mean anything, Libs. You can still meet an amazing guy and fall in love. You were never in love with Mitch.” She hesitated. “I was too caught up in Garrett and setting up the new practice to see what was right in front of my face. I let you down. I’m sorry.”
Libby gasped at Blair’s confession. Her friend really had softened. “You don’t need to be sorry. It’s done. Now I’m spending the week with Noah.”
He flashed her a grin, then motioned toward the restroom with his thumb.
Libby nodded.
“Be careful with him.”
Libby shuddered, suddenly grateful Noah had just left the table. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We both know what he’s like, and you’re vulnerable right now. You were seeing Mitch when you met him, but now you’re available. And sometimes you don’t make good choices after a breakup.”
Libby would have gotten angry if Blair had said it in a haughty tone, but her friend sounded genuinely scared. And Libby had to admit it was true. She was notorious for making stupid decisions after a breakup.
“I know you like Noah, but I don’t trust him for one minute.”
Libby laughed, but it sounded harsh. “You think he plans to take advantage or convince me to sleep with him?”
Blair’s voice hardened. “The thought had occurred to me.”
“News flash: he could have totally taken advantage of me last night. We slept in the same bed and I only had on his shirt and my panties. But no worries. He was a perfect gentleman.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s an oxymoron when used in conjunction with Noah McMillan.”
Libby sighed, not wanting to have to defend Noah to her friend. “Look, I appreciate your concern, but there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.” At least Blair didn’t seem to be picking up on her disappointment. Still, Blair’s worries corroborated Libby’s original misgivings about her attraction to Noah. She shook her head. She could mull that one over later. “I need a favor.”
“What is it?” There was a hint of the old Blair, guarded and wary.
“Do you know where my purse is?”
“I have it. We didn’t know when you’d be back, so I seemed like the logical person to hold on to it.”
“Then that’s perfect. Can you dig out my driver’s license and express ship it to Caesar’s Palace? And put my credit cards in it too.”
“What?”
“Look, I know it’s an inconvenience for you—”
“It’s not an inconvenience. I have it in my possession. I can ask my assistant Melissa to ship it. The question is why you need it.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea for me to be traveling around the country with no ID?”
“When you put it that way . . . But why are you traveling around the country at all?”
“Why not? This is like my last big adventure. I turn thirty in two days and then I’ll be old and boring. Let me have one last fling before I leave my youth behind.”
“I’m not even going to comment on the fact that I’m already over thirty. But old and boring? You?”
Libby chuckled. “Well, I’ll give it a go.”
“Be careful, Libby. Just don’t let your heart get hurt, okay?”
“I walked out on a wedding, Blair. I think my jaded heart is safe.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Just send my stuff to Caesar’s Palace in care of Noah. He made the reservation.”
“When are you planning to come home?” Blair asked again.
Libby hesitated. “I don’t know.” She wouldn’t admit that part of her was tempted to take Noah up on his offer to move to Seattle and stay with him, albeit only temporarily. She could room with him until she found her own place. There was nothing for her in Kansas City anymore, and besides, Noah was right. The art scene was much better in the Pacific Northwest.
Maybe she needed a change. Maybe it was time to reinvent herself.
Chapter Eleven
It was still early after they finished eating, so Noah suggested a change of plan. They pushed on to Amarillo, three hours away. This time the room had two queen beds. After Libby got dressed for bed, Noah tried to ignore the tantalizing fact that her pajama shorts and camisole left more parts of her exposed than covered.
When he came out of the bathroom, she was already in one of the beds, propped up on pillows, her hair spilled out around her.
She was gorgeous. He knew this, yet sometimes when he saw her, she took his breath away. But her earlier words—“Noah’s not husband material”—still rang in his head. He really needed to get Abrahams to sign the deal so he could get his job back and prove himself to Libby.
He climbed into bed. “You ready to go to sleep?”
“Yeah,” was her soft reply.
He flipped off the light and let his eyes adjust to the dark as he put his hands behind his head.
“Thank you.” Her words were so quiet, he almost missed them.
He laughed. “For taking you to see a hairball? Most women would have taken off running.”
“Just goes to show how much you really know me.”
And he did know her. He knew that she liked her coffee with several tablespoons of hazelnut creamer. And that she hated to wear socks, even in the winter. That she sucked at parallel parking and had accrued a whopping seven unpaid parking tickets. He knew she often got so absorbed in a photography project, she’d go all day without eating. But when she did eat, she didn’t pick around her food—she had a healthy appetite. He knew she had a kind and loving heart and that she’d do anything for her friends.
And he knew that he loved her.
He expected to be more surprised by the revelation, but perhaps he’d been warming up to it since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. A part of him had guessed at the truth for months. The real question was how he could make her see that they were meant for each other.
“It was a perfect day. I don’t think anyone else would have guessed what I truly needed today. So, yes, a giant hairball and world record egg were perfect. One day, when you finally decide to settle down, you’ll make some woman very happy.”
“What about you?” he asked, deciding to go for it. His pulse quickened and he forced his breathing to remain steady, every sound amplified in the dark.
She released a soft chuckle. “I think maybe it’s time for me to reexamine my life.”
He mentally kicked himself. Obviously, he’d posed the question the wrong way. “Like what?”
“I’ve been thinking about your offer.” She rolled onto her side to face him, propping her head on her upraised hand. He could see her profile in the light filtering through the cracks of the draperies. It reminded him of her photography project and he suddenly wished he had a camera to preserve this moment. But he knew he’d never capture it the same way she would.
“Oh?” What was she talking about? He couldn’t remember making any offer. “And what did you decide?” he asked, hoping her answer would jog his memory.
“I think I want to move to Seattle and stay with you.”
Blood rushed to his head as he fought his emotions. Could it really be that easy?
“It wouldn’t be for long,” she added.
What? Then he remembered how he’d posed the offer. He’d suggested that she move in as his roommate, not his partner. He struggled to form a response, finally settling on, “You can stay as long as you want, Lib.” Stupid. That was stupid.
She laid back down on her back. “I know you’d let me stay as long as I want, but you and I both know that wouldn’t work long term. And your future girlfriends wouldn’t appreciate me living there. Is that what happened with Donna? I noticed you two were together until right before my wedding.”
Should he tell her the truth? Was it time to lay his heart on the line?
“Besides,” she continued. “I’ve decided turning thirty alone is a good thing. I think I should give up men for the year and work on my project. If I’m in Seattle it will be easier to use you as my model.”
“Alone?” he forced out. God, karma sucked. He knew he deserved this ironic twist, but it didn’t mean he was any less horrified.
“Well, I won’t be totally alone. I’ll have you.”
But not in the way he wanted.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“About you moving to Seattle?”
“Well . . . yeah. All of it.”
What should he say? “I think moving to Seattle is a fan-freaking-tastic idea. You know I’ll help you any way I can. And you don’t have to hurry to find a place. You just said you don’t have enough money for the security deposit for a new place in Kansas City. The cost of living is higher in Seattle.”
“That’s the part that concerns me. I’ll be starting from scratch with my clients. But I can supplement my income with a part-time job to save for a deposit.” She sighed with disappointment. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”
“No, it’s a great idea. But you should just focus on moving to Seattle and settling in with me. Then you can work on your project and build your client list without the stress of making ends meet. There’s no need for you to hurry to move out.”
“You have a one-bedroom apartment, Noah,” she said ske
ptically. “That will never work long term.”
“I’ve been thinking about moving,” he lied. “The real estate market is improving, so it makes sense for me to invest in a bigger place. You could have the second bedroom and stay with me until you’re more established.”
“What about Tortoise?”
“I’ve been thinking about a house.” Another lie, but he felt no guilt. He’d do whatever it took to get her to agree. “Then Tortoise would have a yard. We could take him for walks in the neighborhood. Besides, I miss the rambunctious guy.”
She was quiet for several long seconds. “Are you sure?”
“Very.” He was more sure about them than he’d ever been about anything in his life. He’d wait for her. A year felt like an eternity, but if she wanted a year, he’d give it to her. Libby St. Clair was worth waiting for.
She was silent again. “This seems so spontaneous, but it feels right.”
“To me too.” She had no idea.
She was quiet again and Noah soon heard the steady rhythm of her breathing.
He lay awake for another hour, repeatedly checking his phone for another message from Tiffany. He didn’t know much about Abrahams’s plans in Vegas other than he was attending a trade convention that began Tuesday at Caesar’s Palace and he and Tiffany would arrive tomorrow afternoon. But he did know that Abrahams hadn’t yet signed a contract with the other engineering firm, which meant Noah still had time. But when he pressed Tiffany for details about his competition, she remained vague and made comments about how excited she was to see him in Las Vegas.
This was bound to get complicated.
The next morning Noah woke before Libby, a rare occurrence he attributed to all the uncertainties in his life. For a man used to coasting through life, he suddenly had quite a few things to worry about.
The top item on his list lay on her side, facing him. The covers had slipped down and her skimpy pajama top had shifted while she slept, exposing a generous amount of her breasts.
A jolt shot straight to his groin and he suppressed a low groan. God, he wanted her, and the urge to slip into bed with her was so strong he had to clench his teeth. With women, Noah was used to acting on urges, so this new restraint chafed. His surging hormones insisted on seducing and screwing her, but his heart wanted more. When his head finally chimed in, it told him his heart was right. Libby had an underlying distrust of men, even if she would never admit it. She expected men to screw her and leave her. He had to prove he wanted more.
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