When the cable plug finally dropped over the inlet, Reid smiled, grabbed his bottom lip between his teeth while he wiggled the cable into place…
"Hello?"
At the sound of the feminine greeting, Reid sat up sharply and slammed the top of his head on the underside of the desk. He wasn't certain if the crack he heard was wood or his skull.
Dammit, dammit, dammit…
Through the stars swimming in his blurred vision, Reid watched a pair of shapely legs appear from around the corner of the desk.
"Sorry if I startled you." Tina peered down at him. "You okay?"
Grunting, he pulled himself from under the desk, winced at the rocket of pain that shot through his brain when he sat. "Sure. I slam my head into desks every day just for fun."
His sarcasm earned him a smile. She dropped down on her knees and leaned close. "Here, let me look."
"I'm fine." When she reached out and took his head in her hands, his heart slammed against his ribs.
"I don't see any blood," she said, gently sliding her fingers through his hair.
That's because it's all dropped to the lower half of my body, Reid wanted to say, but wasn't willing to risk her letting go of him just yet.
His head tingled; heat rushed through his veins. He'd never felt anything like it before. Maybe I'm hallucinating, he thought. Or maybe he'd knocked himself out and this was one hell of an erotic dream.
If so, he didn't want to wake up.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked.
Her fingernails lightly brushed over his scalp, and Reid's throat turned to dust. He doubted he'd be able to speak if he tried, so he simply pointed.
"I did knock," she said, softly touching the area he'd indicated. "I guess you didn't hear me."
He could barely hear her now, through the buzzing in his head.
"The door was open," she went on when he didn't respond. "I thought maybe you were in the back."
When her fingertips moved in a soothing, circular motion, Reid bit back a groan. Less than a foot separated their bodies; the press of her breasts against the white blouse she wore made it difficult to breathe, let alone think.
Surely the torture this woman was putting him through had to be some kind of karmic payback for something he'd done in his life, Reid thought. Some wrong he'd caused someone. The sweet scent of her—a mix of vanilla and cinnamon—the soft, incredibly erotic touch of her hands, the seductive, provocative tone of her voice. It was all he could do not to drag her in his arms, right here under this desk, on this dusty floor, to taste her, to shove her skirt up those long, slender legs until he touched warm, soft flesh and—
Gritting his teeth, he clamped his hands around her wrists. He didn't pull her to him. He didn't push her away.
Her eyes widened; her lips parted with surprise. She didn't move.
He held her gaze with his own. Slowly, his intent clear, he tugged her closer … closer…
When his mouth touched hers, he watched her lashes flutter down, felt the release of her breath on his cheek. Her lips were soft as rose petals. He nibbled, cautiously, lightly, eager to taste her more fully. And while she didn't respond, she didn't pull away, either.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
He deepened the kiss, though just barely, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. Sweet, he thought. Unbelievably, seductively sweet.
He wasn't at all surprised at the need coursing through his body; he'd been attracted to her from the beginning, had wanted this since he'd laid eyes on her. Nor was he surprised by her response. He'd sensed her attraction to him, as well.
What surprised—no, annoyed—him was the unexpected, niggling question chipping away at the edge of his desire.
"What would Jason think about this?" he murmured the words, cursed himself for wanting to know.
She stilled, then her eyes slowly opened. "Jason?"
"Yeah," he said dryly. "Remember him?"
Confusion furrowed her brow, then suspicion. "What do you know about Jason?"
"Not much." Obviously, she didn't appreciate being reminded that she and Jason were an item while she was kissing another man, Reid thought irritably. "I was hoping you would tell me."
It was fascinating, as well as frustrating, to watch the heat in Tina's eyes turn to ice. With a regal lift of her chin, she pulled back, then stood and smoothed the front of her skirt. "I was sent over here to find out how many people to expect this evening."
"Look, I'm sorry." Reid stood, reached for her arm, but she yanked it away. "I shouldn't have—"
"Fifty?" she said coolly. "A hundred?"
"Around fifty." He dragged a hand through his hair, was instantly reminded of the bump he'd taken. "Tina, dammit, I know it's none of my business, I—"
"You got that right, mister," she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to get back to work."
Reid watched her turn on her heel and march stiffly out the door.
"Smooth, Danforth," he muttered. "Real smooth."
Resting a hip on the desk, Reid stared at the door Tina had just disappeared through. It would be easier to just let it go, he told himself, to forget about her and keep his mind completely focused on his work.
But, he thought, smiling slowly, remembering the feel of her mouth against his, it wouldn't be nearly as interesting.
* * *
Four
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Tina didn't make it to the alley before her knees buckled. Struggling to breathe, she stumbled around the corner of the passageway between the buildings and leaned against the wall.
Reid had kissed her.
She'd kissed him back.
Closing her eyes, she laid her head against the cool bricks. A groan rolled deep in her throat.
And what a kiss.
Her lips still tingled, her head still reeled, her pulse raced. She glanced down at the tips of her shoes to see if smoke was rising.
She'd certainly been kissed before, she wasn't completely inexperienced with men. But she'd never been kissed like that. Never been so overwhelmed. And if he hadn't asked her that ridiculous question about Jason, she'd probably be rolling around on the floor with Reid at this very moment.
The thought made her cheeks burn.
She wasn't certain if she was glad that they'd stopped before things heated up even more, or if she was irritated.
Of course I'm glad, she thought, narrowing her eyes. Deliriously glad.
She touched her mouth. She could still taste him there, could still feel the press of his mouth on hers. An involuntary shudder coursed through her, and she knew she'd be lying if she didn't at least admit she'd been curious. And maybe, at an unconscious level, she'd actually wanted him to kiss her. After all, she had been the one who'd touched him first. He must have thought she'd been asking—begging—for it, the way she'd put her hands on his head, then combed her fingers through his hair and lightly stroked his head.
Remembering the soft, thick texture of his hair sliding through her fingers and the touch of his scalp under her fingernails sent a wave of heat shimmering over her skin. She still couldn't believe she'd done something so … intimate.
Couldn't believe her fingers itched to do it again.
A welcome breeze rippled through the alley, cooling her blood and her skin, finally bringing her overloaded senses back to a manageable level. Once again, reason prevailed.
You're making too big a deal about this, she told herself. Men like Reid kissed women all the time. It didn't mean anything to him, for heaven's sake, and it shouldn't mean anything to her, either.
"It doesn't," she said, needing to hear herself say it out loud. Reid had caught her off guard, that was all. In the future, she'd be more careful around him.
She'd also have to warn Jason to be more careful, she realized. If her parents found out about him—Tina shuddered at the thought—there would be hell to pay.
But there was no reason for them to find out, s
he told herself. Reid didn't know anything. He'd been fishing, and he'd come up with an empty hook.
She intended to keep it that way.
* * *
At seven forty-five that evening, Abraham Danforth's campaign headquarters had officially been open for fifteen minutes. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee and still-warm cookies wafted through the already crowded room. Music, upbeat instrumentals meant more to inspire than entertain, flowed from an overhead sound system, but could barely be heard over the excited conversations of volunteers and newly hired campaign staff. Because the man of the hour hadn't arrived yet, anticipation increased with each passing minute.
Reid, arms folded, leaning against the back wall of the room, watched the activity buzzing around him. His family was scattered throughout the room: Kimberly sat at a guest book table; Adam manned the volunteer schedule; his cousin Jake was currently charming Matilda Henning, the president of the Savannah Women's Historical League. Nicola Granville, wearing an Honest Abe II campaign button on the lapel of her navy blue blazer and a straw Danforth for Senator hat tucked neatly over her red hair, made her way through the throng of people and personally greeted each and every one of them.
Abraham might be the heart of the campaign, but the volunteers were the lifeblood. Without them, no amount of publicity or money could win an election.
But there was really only one volunteer—albeit a reluctant one—that had caught Reid's attention and he shifted his gaze to Tina.
Wearing tan linen slacks and a black turtleneck, she stood by the refreshment table with Jason, a cup of punch in her hand, listening politely to an animated, balding man dressed in an oversize gray suit. She appeared cool and composed and even interested in what the man was saying to her, but when he turned away from her to grab another cookie from a tray, Tina's boredom flashed in her eyes.
Reid smiled, even considered saving her. It would be easy to make his way over there and tell her she had a phone call in the back office. But he wasn't so sure she would appreciate the gesture, not with Jason standing there, and especially not after what had happened between them this afternoon.
Not that he was really sure what had happened. He'd kissed her, she'd kissed him back, they'd both enjoyed it—that much he knew. Everything else was just a little fuzzy. Maybe he had hit his head too hard, he thought, though it certainly hadn't knocked any sense into him.
Because all he'd thought about since he'd kissed her was kissing her again.
From the moment Tina had walked into campaign headquarters with Rachel and Jason a few minutes ago, Reid had been very aware of the fact that she'd kept her distance from him. She hadn't even glanced in his direction. It would certainly make sense that with her boyfriend here, she might want to avoid the man she'd been in a lip lock with just a few hours earlier.
But what she couldn't avoid was the unspoken tension still lingering between them. It didn't matter that she was on the other side of the room, it was there nonetheless. He knew it, and he knew that she knew it, too.
Whether she would admit it or not was another issue.
"A friend of yours?"
Reid turned at the sound of Ian's voice, annoyed that his brother had caught him staring. "Who?"
Ian took a sip of his coffee, then grinned that annoying I'm-your-brother-you-can't-fool-me grin. "Not the type you usually go for, is she?"
Refusing to answer his question or rise to the bait, Reid simply lifted a brow. "And exactly what type is it you seem to think I go for?"
"Dim-witted debutantes," Ian said, cocking his head. "High-society heiresses, soporific society girls."
Reid frowned. So maybe a few of the women he'd dated had been a little shallow, he thought irritably. Or maybe just a little low in the brain cell department. So what? He'd been looking for company, not commitment. And Ian, of all people, who'd avoided any kind of relationship since his divorce, was hardly one to talk.
"For your information," Reid said dryly, "her father owns Castle Bakery."
"Ah. One of the Alexander daughters." Ian nodded, then sipped his coffee again as he glanced across the room at Tina. "Jake and I have talked about adding some new items to D&D's. Maybe I should go introduce myself."
Reid slid a dark look at his brother. "She's not on the menu, Ian."
"Is that so?" Grinning, Ian returned his attention to Reid. "Not on my menu or yours?"
Reid would have liked nothing better than to wipe that smirk off his brother's face, but considering the time and place, it would have to wait. "Neither. She has a boyfriend."
Ian shrugged. "I don't see any ring on her finger. You getting soft in your old age?"
"Why don't we go out back and see who's soft?" Reid said irritably.
"You're too pretty in that new suit to mess up." Ian slapped a good-natured hand on Reid's shoulder. "And besides, I hear she's got sisters. Good Lord, please tell me that's one of them."
Reid followed the direction of his brother's gaze. The tall, leggy blonde had just stepped through the front door. Curls spilled from a silver clip on top of her head and tumbled around an oval face, lush mouth and pale-green eyes. The long-sleeved ruffled blouse and black leather pants she wore showed off a body that most men could only fantasize about.
And right now, Reid noted, just about every man in the room was doing some serious fantasizing.
"Daughter number one, Sophia," Reid said. He'd met her yesterday at the bakery. "Why don't you go introduce yourself?"
Keeping his eyes on the blonde, Ian straightened his tie, then handed Reid his coffee. "I think I'll do that."
Reid watched his brother move in on Sophia like a panther, but he had the feeling that the woman could handle herself. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty—he was human, after all—but it simply wasn't the eldest Alexander daughter he was preoccupied with at the moment.
And even though he didn't want to admit it, not even to himself, he knew that Ian had been right about Tina. She was different from the other women he'd dated or been interested in before. It was strange how she annoyed and fascinated him at the same time. Something about her had caught his attention and refused to let go. Despite his better judgment, he intended to explore what that something was.
"May I have everyone's attention, please," Nicola said over the noise in the room, then waited until the crowd slowly quieted. "I'd like to thank you all for coming this evening. I speak for Abraham and myself when I say how grateful we are to each and every one of you for so generously donating your time and money to this campaign. With your support, there is no doubt in our minds and hearts who the next senator of our beautiful state of Georgia will be—Abraham Danforth!"
Cheers and applause exploded from the crowd, and a few zealous volunteers held up Honest Abe II bumper stickers that Nicola had distributed a few minutes ago.
"And a special thank you," Nicola said when the crowd quieted down, "to Ivan and Mariska Alexander from Castle Bakery for so generously providing refreshments for us this evening."
Mariska beamed and waved at everyone, while Ivan, clearly not liking the attention, nodded stiffly.
"At this time I'd like to invite everyone to mark the date for a cocktail party at Crofthaven in two weeks." Nicola waited for the excited murmur to settle down, then smiled and went on, "For now, while we're waiting for Abraham to arrive, please help yourself to drinks and desserts and introduce yourself to your fellow volunteers."
Reid sipped on the coffee his brother had left him while the crowd moved in on the sweets. And speaking of sweet… Reid glanced back to where he'd seen Tina standing a few minutes ago, but she was gone. Slowly he scanned the crowd, but didn't see her amongst the mass of people crowded in the room.
He didn't see Jason, either.
They hadn't gone out the front door, Reid was certain of that. Which meant they'd either gone into the back offices, rest room or out the back door.
What the hell does it matter? he thought, though he already knew the answer. It did matter, dammit
. And he was suddenly in a bad mood because he didn't want it to.
If she and Jason really were an item, then fine. But if that were true, Reid asked himself, then why, just a few hours ago, had she been kissing me? And why, when he'd asked her point-blank what the deal was, had she turned so indignant?
Something didn't jibe. Reid wasn't certain what it was, but once and for all, he wanted an answer.
It took several minutes to make his way through the crowd, but when he finally stepped into the back hallway, Reid could see the offices and the rest room were empty.
Questioning his sanity, not to mention his lack of common sense, he stepped outside.
The air was crisp, the cloudless night sky filled with stars. An iridescent ring shimmered around a nearly full moon. In the far distance, a ship's horn sounded from the river. A perfect night for a tryst, Reid thought, closing the door behind him.
When he saw the couple standing in the shadows of the garden, their arms entwined, Reid's hands balled into fists and he nearly turned back around. But then he heard Ian's voice in his head, accusing him of being soft. Like hell I am.
Relaxing his hands, he shoved them into his pockets and strolled casually over. "Nice evening."
The couple jumped apart. Jason stepped in front of the woman in his arms, shielding her from view. "We were just … getting a little fresh air."
Why the hell was Tina hiding behind this guy? Reid wondered. The woman he'd met wasn't the type to cower in a corner when confronted. Unless she was worried about Jason finding out she'd been kissing another man.
"Sorry if I interrupted." In an attempt to see around Jason, Reid moved a couple feet to the left. Jason moved, too.
"No problem," Jason said, though his voice gave away his nervousness.
"Look." Reid sighed. "Why don't we just—"
"What in the world are you doing out here? Are you crazy?"
Startled at the sound of Tina's hushed shout from behind him, Reid turned. She hurried across the patio toward them. Confused, Reid looked back at Jason, then watched a woman step hesitantly from the shadows.
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