“Kate, I don’t know. I think you needanother day, at least.”
“Cole,” I whine. “It’s been three days.I’ve had plenty of rest. I don’t have a fever anymore, and I’m restless. I needto get out of the house and feel some sunshine on my face. Take me out toeat…please before I waste away.”
Cole’s eyes are lowered to the gap in myshirt that’s showing my cleavage. I press my elbows together, so my cleavagepops further out of my shirt. His jaw pulses and his eyes filter back up tomine. “I’m even feeling well enough for that. I think I’ve had a long enoughdry spell, don’t you?”
Cole shakes his head, laughing. “Okay, Igive in. Let’s go out.”
“Finally.” I straighten, raising my arms.“It’s a miracle.”
I change into a pair of jeans and acream-colored blouse with a pair of brown leather sandals. When I come out ofthe bedroom, Cole has changed into a button down, blue plaid shirt and put hisbaseball cap on. I stop walking and admire him; he looks good no matter whathe’s wearing, a designer suit or jeans and t-shirt. I flick my tongue againstmy lips; just the look of him standing there sends tingles down my spine.
“Kate, don’t look at me like that.”
“I can’t help it. It’s been three dayssince we’ve made love. Besides, you’re the one hanging out your sex ad signwith those jeans.”
“My sex ad sign?”
“Yeah, the hot, steamy, never-get-enough kind.”
He walks over to me, wrapping me in hisarms, putting a hand on my forehead. “Do you have a fever again?”
“Only the kind you give me.”
“Oh, mama.” He dips down, covering hismouth with mine.
“You’re Elvis is getting better.”
“Let’s go before we have to order inbecause your fever causes me to take all your clothes off and make you screammy name.”
I peer back to the bedroom, trying to decidewhich I want more.
“Oh no, Cookie.” Cole pushes me towardsthe stairs. “Food first, moaning second.”
“I guess…I can live with that.”
When we get down to the lobby, the 458Spider is waiting under the canopy. “We get to take the Ferrari?”
“Yeah, I thought we could use the freshair.”
“I get to drive.” I pull away from Cole,pushing through the door outside and up to the driver’s side, but before I canopen the door, I’m lifted off the ground by the waist. “Hey,” I laugh as Colecarries me around to the passenger side. He sits me down, opening my door likea gentleman. He bends down, doing up my seatbelt. “There you go, Cookie.” Hishand skims across my breasts.
“You’re such a gentleman, Mr. Holt.” Colecloses the door, then reaches over the side, kissing me. “Mmm, so good.” I huminto his mouth.
“Anytime, Mrs. Holt.” He pecks me oncemore on the lips and gets in the driver’s seat.
I settle back in my seat as we drivealong Las Vegas Boulevard. The warm breeze on my face feels good. It’s nice tobe out of the villa. If Cole had his way, I wouldn’t leave the hotel until thisbusiness with Lawton shipping is over. I should be glad and thankful that heworries so much about me. But it gets so overwhelming and suffocating at times.
Cole takes my hand in his, kissing it.“What are you thinking, Kate?”
I glance over at him. “How nice it is tobe outside and doing something with my guy.”
“Is that it?” His forehead creases as hegives me a serious look.
I tilt my head, sticking my tongue out,wanting to keep the mood light.
“Kate, you don’t hide your feelings verywell.”
I sigh. “I just want this Lawton shippingordeal to be behind us so we can stop looking over our shoulders.”
