Cant Help Falling In Love

by Bella Andre

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  Author: Bella Andre

  “How was your week?”

  “Fine. ” A core of politeness she couldn’t curb was clearly what made her ask, “Yours?”

  “The snow wasn’t the same without you and Summer. ”

  Her mouth softened before she could stop it. A moment later, she was sitting back against the seat and rubbing a hand across her eyes. For a split second, Gabe felt guilty about having barged back into her life like this. She looked tired, like she hadn’t been sleeping well.

  Neither had he. . . not since the night she’d slept in his arms.

  “Tell me how your husband died, Megan. ”

  “I already have. His plane crashed. ”

  But just as she’d sensed there was more to his story than he’d been telling her, he knew in his gut that she was holding something back. She got up off the couch, her strong shoulders sloping inward. In that moment, even though he’d promised himself he’d go slow, Gabe couldn’t stop himself from moving to her, from wrapping his arms around her and tucking her head beneath his chin.

  “It’s okay, Megan. ”

  She whispered something against his bicep and as his insides went up in smoke at the feel of her mouth against his skin, he couldn’t make out her words for the life of him.

  Slowly, he spun her around in his arms and he was surprised by the anger in her eyes.

  “No, it isn’t okay. He wasn’t fighting for our country. He wasn’t training for a mission. He was screwing around at the local airfield, taking out a private plane for a joyride in the middle of the night. ”

  Her body was rigid against him and it was pure instinct to rub his hand down her spine.

  “They told me his instruments failed and it was too dark for him to land. ” Her eyes were dark, and still angry, as she said, “Everyone thought he was such a hero and I was just so damn angry at him for being so stupid. ”

  Not stopping the slow stroke of his hand over her back, vibrating beneath his palm, he agreed, “It was stupid. ”

  His words seemed to bring her back to him, to the realization that she was standing in his arms. She worked to move away from him and he made himself let her go.

  “I’ve never told anyone that. ”

  “Thank you for telling me. ”

  She looked momentarily lost for words. . . like all the anger had been wrung out of her. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

  “Some of it. ”

  She looked confused. “What else?”

  “What do you eat for breakfast?”

  Her frown was one of surprise, this time, rather than frustration. “Raisin bread. Toasted. ”

  Gabe filed that data away for one day down the road when, hopefully, he’d get the chance to feed her breakfast. “Do you like to hike?”

  “Yes. But not hills. ”

  He grinned at the San Francisco girl who didn’t like hills. “What about biking?”

  “Not much. I’d rather be on foot, or in a boat. ”

  “Do you have siblings?”

  Her frown had been replaced by a bemused expression. “No. ”

  “Where did you grow up?”

  “A little town just outside of Minneapolis. My parents still live there. They’re always trying to get me to move back. ”

  Everything in Gabe rebelled against the idea of losing Megan to a Midwestern town. “You belong here. ”

  She looked faintly irritated at his tone, but she agreed. “That’s what I’m always telling them. ”

  “Do you get along with your folks?”

  “Yes. ” She scrunched up her nose. “Except when I don’t. ”

  He had to laugh at her honest response. No woman had ever pleased him this much, both in and out of bed.

  Her mouth twitched at the corners and he watched her war with herself for a moment before shaking her head as if she were disappointed with herself. “Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

  Something inside Gabe’s chest unclenched at her offer. She hadn’t agreed to anything yet, but she wasn’t kicking him out, either.

  “Always,” he replied.

  The twitching turned into a full-on smile. “Why am I not surprised?”

  Did she realize she was flirting with him? He hoped not, otherwise she was bound to make herself stop.

  “Without Summer here I haven’t bothered to go shopping, so there isn’t much. ”

  She was just opening the fridge when he said, “How about I go move your clothes into the dryer while you rustle up something to eat?”

  “No,” she said quickly, her flush giving away the train of her thoughts, making both of them think about those pink panties again. “I’ll run and do it. You just sit tight and I’ll be right back. ”

  Each of the guys at the station took a meal shift when they were on duty, so although Gabe might not have been the neatest guy in the kitchen, he knew his way around a good handful of meals.

  A short while later, he had the makings of a pretty great omelet on the counter. He was just pouring the eggs into the hot skillet when Megan came back inside.

  “Gabe?” She looked stunned to see him behind the stove. “You didn’t have to cook. ”

  He slid the glass of juice he’d poured over to her. “I enjoy it. Sit. ” He looked over at her desk in the corner of her small living room, covered with papers and a couple of big, fancy calculators. “Looks like you’ve been working hard. ”

  She nodded, looking tired again. “Still playing catch-up with a couple of my clients. Fortunately, I’m just about there. ”

  “Good,” he said, holding back the rest of what he’d come here to say.

  Timing was everything.

  He slid the omelet from the skillet onto a plate, buttered the raisin bread that had just popped up from the toaster, grabbed two forks from the top drawer, and moved over to the tiny breakfast bar to join her.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. “I can’t remember the last time someone besides Summer cooked for me. ”

  “Her muffins are great. ”

  “They are,” she agreed, “but now I’m wondering if I should teach her how to make omelets, instead. ” She looked up at him with an even bigger smile. “The raisin bread is great, too. ”

  Somehow he managed to stop staring at the beautiful woman next to him and push his fork into the eggs. She followed suit and just as he was finishing his first bite, she made one of those soft little sounds that made him immediately hard.

  “Ohmygod,” she moaned in one long syllable, “this is so good. ”

  Amazingly, praise from her over something as small as eggs and toast made him feel as good as if he’d singlehandedly put out a five-alarm fire.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he said, and then while he held her captive with his cooking prowess, he decided the timing was finally right. “Got any plans for New Year’s Eve?”

  She seemed startled for a moment. “Wow, how’d it get to be December 31 already?”

  Smiling at her, he said, “I’ll take that as a no. ”

  “Yes,” she said, and then, “No. I haven’t made any plans. ” Her eyes widened as she realized where he was going with his question. “You’re not suggesting that you—” She pointed at him. “—and I—” And then at herself. “—spend it together?”

  “Hey, that’s a great idea. ”

  “No, it’s a terrible idea. ”

  “Do you like fireworks?”

  “That’s irrelevant. ”

  “You do, don’t you?” he said with a grin. “I’ll bet you love them, the bigger the better. ” The way her skin flushed in response was answer enough. “Watch them with me tonight on my roof. ”

  He could feel how tempted she was by his suggestion, but then she said, “I shouldn’t. ”

  But both of them knew shouldn’t was a hell of a long way from couldn’t.

  “But you want to, don’t you?”

  That
gorgeous exasperated look reappeared on her face. “Of course I want to!”

  He didn’t bother to hold back his grin at that admission. “What if I promise not to kiss you until next year?”

  The heat between them flared into full-on flames.

  “Nice try,” she said. “Next year is only a few hours away. ”

  “I’d have to break my promise if it were anything longer than that. ” He reached for a tendril of hair that had fallen across her cheek. “And I don’t ever want to break a promise to you, Megan. ”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Megan knew what the right answer was. Just two letters. N and O. Those were all she needed to string together and then he’d leave.

  But after only two lovely days in Lake Tahoe with Gabe—and one truly incredible night—she’d missed him so much.

  She’d missed his smile. His warmth. His humor.

  She’d even missed that delicious hint of danger that fairly pulsed from him.

  And now, like the most wonderful gift in the world, he’d appeared on her doorstep. She’d tried to scare him away by being snippy and unpredictable, but he’d simply grinned his way through it. . . and then held her while she raged about old hurts.

  It had been only fair to tell him the truth about David after he’d told her about Kate. The thing was, she could have just told him the facts and left off the part about how angry she’d been—and, she was surprised to realize, still was—about it. But when he’d put his arms around her, he’d been so solid, so warm, so there, that she hadn’t been able to stop it all from spilling out.

  Just as she hadn’t been able to stop herself from making love with him in Lake Tahoe.

  So how, she had to wonder as she looked up and found him staring at her, was she going to be able to stop herself from saying it? “Yes, I’ll go watch fireworks from your roof. ”

  His gorgeous mouth curved up into the biggest smile yet. And, oh, how she loved it when he smiled at her like that.

  As though she was the only thing that mattered.

  No one but Summer had ever looked at her like that, although as her daughter moved farther from those baby years with every passing day, Megan got that look less and less.

  They finished the delicious omelet without saying anything more and she was surprised yet again when he took the plate to the sink and washed it clean.

  “I could get used to this kind of service,” she said, without thinking. Which seemed to be her usual M. O. around him.

  Gabe’s eyes were full of heat as he looked back at her. “Could you?”

  She pressed her lips together and tried not to follow suit with her thighs beneath the counter, even though she was feeling really hot and bothered. There was no way he could see what she was doing. So then why did it seem like he had as he said, “In some countries it’s already a new year, you know. ”

  The rumble of his low voice was almost as much of a caress as his hands would have been across her skin. Worse, she wanted that kiss just as much as he did.

  Which was why she pushed off the stool and said, “I’d better go see if the wash is dry. ”

  He put the dishtowel back on its hook. “I’ll help fold. ”

  So much for her escape.

  There was nothing even remotely sexy about the laundry room. So then why, she wondered as they headed back into the small basement, was sex the only thing she could think about as she reached into the humid dryer and pulled out the clothes? Blushing at the thought of Gabe folding her underwear, she looked closely for it, but she didn’t see it anywhere.

  “Need some help in there?”

  She could hear the amusement in his voice as she remained with her head stuck in the dryer. Lord only knew what it was doing to her hair, which had been known to scare small children—and grown men—when humidity caught hold of it.