Savour the Moment: Now the Big Day Has Finally Arrived, It's Time To...

by Nora Roberts

  His face simply lit up, Del thought, as if Laurel had switched on electricity. “You liked them? When I heard you were here I wanted to do something for you. The lemon. You liked the lemon?”

  “Especially the lemon. Rich and fresh at the same time.”

  “We don’t serve it yet. It’s new. I’ve been working on it.”

  “I think you’ve perfected it. I don’t suppose you’d share the recipe.”

  “You ...” His voice went breathless. “You want my recipe? I’ll write it down. Right now. I’ll write it down for you, Ms. McBane.”

  “Laurel.”

  “Laurel.”

  Del swore her name came from the man’s lips like a prayer. When he scurried away to get the recipe, she turned to Del.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  When she walked off with Charles, Del slipped his hands in his pockets and glanced around. Julio guzzled from a water bottle and eyed him.

  “Pork medallions.”

  “That’s right. They were excellent.”

  “Mr. Brown.” Julio acknowledged his due, then shifted his gaze to Laurel, back to Del. He said, “Hmm.”

  He capped his water before striding over to where Laurel huddled with Charles. “I’m still mad at you.”

  She shrugged.

  “You left my kitchen.”

  “With plenty of notice, and I came in on my own time to help train my replacement.”

  “Your replacement.” He cursed and sliced a hand through the air. “Useless. He cried.”

  “Some of them do once you’ve chewed on them awhile.”

  “I don’t need crybabies in my kitchen.”

  “You’re lucky to have Charles. Luckier if he stays and puts up with your crap.”

  “He does okay. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t talk back.”

  “Give him time. I’ll get you that recipe, Charles. I think it’s a good trade.” She tucked the one Charles gave her in her bag.

  “Thank you for coming back. It means so much to me.”

  “I’ll see you again.” She shook his hand, then turned back to Julio. “The snapper was fabulous.” She kissed his cheek. “You bastard.”

  He let out a laugh that boomed as effectively as his curses. “Maybe I’ll forgive you.”

  “Maybe I’ll let you. ‘Night.”

  Del ran a hand down her back as they walked outside. “That was a very nice thing you did, on both counts.”

  “I can be nice.”

  “You’re like a lemon soufflé, Laurel. Just the right blend of tart and sweet.” As he brought her hand to his lips to kiss, she blinked at him.

  “Well. Somebody’s going to get lucky tonight.”

  “I was hoping.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  MOVING AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE IN THE DARK, LAUREL CREPT TO the bathroom to change into a sports bra and bike shorts. She had to start remembering to get her workout gear together the night before when Del stayed over.

  That’s what Parker would’ve done, she thought as she wiggled into the shorts.

  She clipped up her hair, pulled on her socks, then decided to carry her shoes. As she eased the door open she let out a strangled gasp. Del sat on the side of the bed, illuminated by the bedside lamp.

  “What, do you have superhearing? I was quiet.”

  “Reasonably. Working out? Good idea. I’ll dig up some gear and join you.”

  Since he was awake anyway, she sat to put on her shoes. “You can leave some stuff in here next time.”

  He smiled a little. “Some of our tribe are sensitive about such matters.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Good. Neither am I. Makes it easier all around.” He glanced at the clock, winced. “Mostly.”

  “You can go back to sleep. I won’t hold it against you, or think you’re a wimp. Or soft. Or lazy.”

  He squinted at her. “I’ll meet you in the gym.”

  “Okay.”

  She strolled out thinking it was a good way to start the day. Teasing Del, getting in an hour’s gym time followed by a hot shower, hot coffee, and a solid day’s work.

  In fact, it was pretty damn perfect.

  In the gym she found Parker already doing cardio to CNN.

  “Morning,” she called out.

  “Good morning.You look awfully damn chipper.”

  “Feeling awfully damn chipper.” Laurel got a mat from the rack, unrolled it on the floor for warm-up stretches. “Del’s coming in to work out.”

  “Which explains the awfully damn chipper. How was dinner?”

  “It was good. Really good. Except ...”

  “What?”

  Laurel glanced toward the door. “I don’t know how quick he’ll be. Later.” Stretching, she studied Parker’s exercise tank and capris. The chocolate brown pants and floral top managed to be serviceable and feminine. “I should probably get some new exercise outfits. I think most of mine are getting tatty.”

  She walked over to take the second elliptical. “How long have you got in?”

  “Just passing thirty.”

  “I’d better catch up.”

  “No chance, I’m coming up on mile three then switching to pilates.”

  “I can do three, then I’ll see your pilates with some yoga. Maybe I’ll do four. I had soufflé last night.”

  “Worth the extra mile?”

  “And then some. They’ve got a solid dessert chef at the Willows.”

  “Charles Barker.”

  “Do you know every damn thing?”

  “Yes,” Parker said with satisfaction. “And there’s my three.”

  Parker wiped down the machine, switched off the news, switched on music.

  “Morning, ladies.” In ancient sweat shorts and a faded T-shirt, Del grabbed a bottle of water out of the case, took out another for Laurel, then headed for Parker’s machine.

  “Thanks,” she said when he tucked her water in the holder.

  “Gotta stay hydrated. What did she do?”

  “Parker? Three. I’m going for four.”

  He stepped on, set a program. “I’m up for five, but I won’t hold four against you. Or think you’re a wimp.”

  “Five?” She nodded. “I’m in.”

  Competitive, Parker thought as she stretched out on her mat to start her ab work. Well, she couldn’t fault either of them for that. She was competitive herself—and was already wishing she’d done an extra couple of miles just because they were.

  They looked so good together. Did they realize it? Not just the physical looks, she mused as she switched to leg scissors. But the way they moved, the way they connected.

  She wanted them to be good together. More, she wanted them to be right together so much it was nearly painful.

  She’d wanted that rightness for Mac and Emma, too, but this was more. This was her brother, and her sister in everything but blood. These were two of the most important people in her life, and she wanted, so much, for them to be happy. To be happy together would be like a gift for her nearly as much as it would be for them.

  She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

  “One down!” Laurel announced.

  “You started before I did.”

  “Not my problem.”

  “Fine.” Parker watched Del dig in. “No more nice guy.”

  Shaking her head, Parker started another set of crunches.

  They’d passed mile three with Del taking the lead when Mac dragged herself in.

  “There it is.” She bared her teeth at the Bowflex. “The enemy.” She scowled at Parker, who finished up her session with basic yoga poses to stretch out. “You’re already finished, aren’t you? I can tell by that smug look on your face.”

  Parker put her palms together in prayer position. “My face reflects the centered peace of my mind and body.”

  “Up yours,
Parks. Hey, don’t look now but there’s a man in here.”

  “They’re in a five-mile competition.”

  “Jesus, why? Why would anyone want to puff on that monster for five miles? So, hey, what do you think?” She did a turn to show off her sports tank and cropped yoga pants. “I broke down and bought some buff-yourself-up outfits. To inspire myself.”

  “Pretty and functional. Good for you.” Parker ended with a handstand that had Mac craning her head.

  “Now that I have the outfit, do you think I can do that?”

  “I’ll spot you if you want to try.”

  “No, better not. I’ll hurt myself and I’m supposed to call Carter for a swim when I finish my self-imposed torture. Have you seen him swim?”

  “Mmm.” Parker did an upside down split, then righted herself. “I might have caught a glimpse while stepping out on the terrace. Not that I was ogling, of course.”

  “He’s worth an ogle. He’s pretty cute in his trunks. But the thing is, he gets in the water and suddenly he’s Mister Grace instead of Professor Klutz.” After setting the machine, she started with biceps curls. “Why is that?”

  “Maybe because there’s nothing solid to run into or trip over in the water.”

  “Hmm, that could be it. Anyway, when I finish abusing myself here, Carter and I are taking a morning swim. Swimming’s a civilized exercise. It’s probably the only one. Speaking of pretty cute,” she added, lowering her voice as she jerked her chin at the elliptical machines. “They are.”

  Parker nodded as she hooked the towel around her neck, then gulped down water. “I was thinking the same thing earlier.” She checked her watch. “You know, I’ve got just enough time to sneak in a quick swim myself before I start the day. Ten o’clock consult, full staff.”

  “I’ve got it.”

  “See you then. Oh, Mac?Your shoulders look awesome.”

  “Seriously?” Mac’s face brightened with pleasure and hope. “You’re not just saying that because you love me and I’m suffering?”

  “Awesome,” Parker repeated, then walked out to get her swimsuit.

  “Awesome,” Mac muttered and switched to her triceps.

  “Mile four.” Del grabbed his water and drank deep. “Oh, look, you’re behind.”

  “I’m saving myself for the kick.” Laurel swiped sweat from her face. No way she’d catch him, she thought, but she could make him work for it.

  She glanced over. He’d sweated through the T-shirt in a dark vee that had lust curling in her belly. She used it to push herself a little harder.

  His hair had darkened at the temples, and the damp brought out those sexy curls. His arms gleamed; muscles bunched.

  He’d taste salty, she thought. He’d be slippery under her hands. That energy, that strength and endurance would be over her, under her, all around her. In her.

  Her breath began to quicken from more than the exertion, and she hit mile four.

  He looked at her, and she saw in his eyes what was quivering inside her. That drumming, primal need. Her pulse pounded along with the music, her skin hummed along with the machines. Beat slapped into quick beat.

  She smiled slowly, spoke breathlessly. “I’m coming up on you.”

  “You don’t have enough left to take me.”

  “I’ve got plenty left.”

  “You’re winded.”

  “You, too. I can finish strong. Can you?”

  “Watch me.”

  Across the room, Mac rolled her eyes, and deciding there were some things even the closest of friends shouldn’t be part of, slipped out of the room.

  Neither Laurel nor Del noticed, or gave her a single thought.

  He slowed, just a little, and she understood the competition was over, and the sexual dance—hot and primitive—had begun.

  They’d finish together.

  “Let’s see your kick,” he demanded.

  “You want it?”

  “Yeah, I want it.”

  “Then come get it.” She bore down, hard, driving herself until she was both thrilled and astonished to feel that dark pleasure build inside her. When he once more matched his pace to hers, she heard herself moan.

  Closing her eyes she let it come, let it ride through her, all the hot and grinding need, all the aching anticipation.

  They hit the finish together.

  Breath fast and ragged, she opened her eyes to look at him. Her throat burned with a thirst water wouldn’t quench. She stepped off on unsteady legs.

  “I’m going to skip the yoga,” she said.

  “You’re damn right.” He hooked his fingers in her sports bra, yanked her against him.

  His mouth was a fever on hers, burning reason, spiking delirium. Need and hunger—his ran as deep and desperate as hers, and that alone was a thrill. Heat, another wild surge of it, crashed through her so she wondered how either of them could stand against it.

  “We have to hurry. We have to hurry.” She broke away from him, fighting for air. For one humming moment, they just stared at each other. “Catch me!” She sprinted to the door, heard her next gasping breath come out in a half-crazed laugh as she raced toward her room.

  He caught her, swung her through the door.

  Still laughing, she pivoted, slammed him back against the door to shut it, then devoured his mouth with hers.

  “God. Oh God,” she managed, and yanked his shirt up, tossed it aside. Then ran her hands over his chest. “You’re all sweaty and slippery, and ...” She ran her tongue over him. “Salty. It makes me crazy. Quick,” she demanded and started to drag down his shorts.

  “Not that quick.” He reversed, pushed her back against the door. He pulled off her sports bra, tossed it over his shoulder, then filled his hands with her breasts.

  Her head fell back as his thumbs stroked her nipples. “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. The race isn’t over. You don’t know what you do to me. I don’t know what you do to me. But I want more. I want you. I want more of you.”

  She took his face in her hands to bring his mouth back to hers. “You can have all you want. All you want. Just don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop.”

  He couldn’t. How could he keep his hands, his mouth, off that tight, taut body, that soft, hot skin? She pressed against him, murmuring against his lips, urging him to do what he wanted, take what he needed.

  He’d never had another woman excite him like this, not like this until he could all but feel the blood pulsing, pounding, under his skin. Desire was too simple, too quiet a name for what she stirred in him. Passion too easy.

  He dragged her arms over her head, pinned them against the door while he ravaged her mouth, her neck. Then he moved down her body, feasting. But the hunger only grew.

  The bike pants fit her like a second skin, molding her hips, her thighs. He peeled them from her as he journeyed down. Until it was his hands molding her. Until there was no barrier between that wet heat and his lips, his tongue.

  The orgasm tore through her, shocking her senses, blurring her vision. Her legs buckled, but he tightened his grip.

  He did what he wanted. Took what he needed.

  She couldn’t find air through the torrent of pleasure, couldn’t find balance in the thick, sultry dark. She could only feel the mad barrage of sensations that left her body quaking for the next assault.

  Once again, he pulled her hands over her head, cuffed them. And with his eyes on hers, drove into her.

  She came again, one long, shocking tear of control. When she shuddered, he thrust. When she shuddered, he plunged until it began to build again, impossibly.

  Her wrists slipped from his hands so she gripped his shoulders, held fast as she felt his control begin to fray. She watched him watch her as they started the sprint, found the speed, matched their pace.

  And hit the finish together.

  They sprawled on the floor, both too weak, too sated to move. When the power of speech returned, Laurel sighed. “We’re going to be rich.”

&n
bsp; “Huh?”

  “Forgot.You’re already rich. I’m going to be rich, and you’ll be richer.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m serious. We’ve just discovered a no-fail motivation for exercise. Hot jungle sex. We’ll be Bill Gates rich. We’ll write a book. There’ll be DVDs and infomercials. America, then the world, will become buff and sexually satisfied. And they’ll have us to thank.”

  “Will the DVDs and infomercial have demonstrations of the hot jungle sex?”

  “On the Adult Only versions—and we can use a lot of mist and clever lighting and camera angles to keep it classy.”

  “Honey, one of the perks of hot jungle sex is it’s not classy.”

  “For production purposes it will be. We’re not making porn here. Think of the millions, Delaney.” She rolled onto her stomach so she could see his face. “The millions of unfit bodies who will read our book, see our DVD or infomercial, and think: holy shit, I can get me some of that if I work out? We’ll need to build the McBane-Brown Motivational Health Club so we can offer a safe, clean place for membership. We’ll franchise. They will pay, Del. Oh yes, they will pay big for this.”

  “How come your name goes first on the Motivational Health Club?”

  “My idea.”

  “That’s true, but you wouldn’t have had the idea if I hadn’t just rocked your world.”

  “Rocked yours right back.”

  “Damn right, you did. Come here.” He pulled her over until she splayed across his chest. “Your name can go first.”

  “Good. That’s settled. Of course we’ll have to have various DVDs for levels. Like Yoga for Beginners, and that sort of thing. Beginners, Intermediate, and Advanced. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

  “I’ll start the paperwork.”

  “Do that. God, five miles and hot jungle sex. I should be exhausted, but I feel like I could do it all again and then ... Oh shit.”

  “What?”

  “The time! Five miles and HJS take longer than three miles and yoga. I’ve got to get in the shower.”

  “Me, too.”

  She gave his shoulder a light pinch. “It has to be just a shower. I’m off schedule.”

  “Laurel, every man has his limits. I think I’ve reached mine for this morning.”