“Hey, just in case.” Jenna dragged her out of the bedroom.
Caden met them in the living room, looking devastatingly handsome in a pair of jeans, a gray button-down shirt, and a pair of leather sandals. He held a brown bag in one hand and a bouquet of pink roses in the other.
He dragged his eyes down Bella’s body. “Wow. You get more beautiful every time I see you.”
“Thanks. I just threw this old thing on,” Jenna said, twisting from side to side.
Bella held his stare, ignoring Jenna’s joke. It was hard not to ignore everything else when his eyes said, I want to kiss you and her mind replied, Oh yes.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself.” Bella felt as though they were moving in slow motion as they each stepped forward.
“Hi,” he said softly. “These are for you.”
“They’re my favorite. Thank you.” He smelled like strength and a warm embrace. Bella lifted up on her toes, and he met her halfway for a sweet kiss. She felt the bouquet slip from her fingers and heard Amy padding into the kitchen. The running faucet told her Amy had snagged the bouquet and was putting it in a vase. When their lips parted, Bella remained on her toes. She felt his fingers touch hers, and only then did she come back down to earth.
“I also brought you something else.” He lifted the bag between them. “There was another break-in, and I noticed that you had pretty simple locks on your doors and windows.”
“You bought me locks?” Bella peered into the bag. She glanced at Jenna and Amy and knew they could hear her silent remark. He bought me locks! Locks were a whole different level than flowers. Locks showed that he cared about what happened to her. That thought conjured up all sorts of futures.
“I know it’s not a very romantic gesture, but this isn’t a date, so…”
“But you brought me flowers. That’s pretty dateish.” And I love it.
“Okay, maybe you got me there. But when I saw them, they screamed your name. I really had no choice but to bring them to you.”
Bella didn’t think before she reached up and stroked his clean-shaven cheek. His skin was baby soft. She ran her finger along the sharp line of his jaw, then went up on tiptoes again and kissed the dimple in his chin.
“That wasn’t a date kiss, either. Your dimple was screaming my name.”
He tightened his grip on her hand, and the room became ten degrees hotter.
“Okay, kids. On that juicy note, we’re outta here.” Jenna grabbed Amy’s hand. “Let’s go, sugar pop. I’ve got a bottle of Middle Sister with our name on it.”
Amy pointed to Caden. “Have her back before midnight or she’ll turn into a pumpkin.”
“I’ll have her back by ten. I have to pick up Evan from Jamie’s.” He set the bag of locks down on the coffee table.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ll tell Jamie that if you’re late to bring Evan to us. Don’t worry. We won’t corrupt him or anything. We’ll just make him watch chick flicks, maybe pull a few tears from the boy.” Amy waved as she headed out the door.
“You really do have the most incredible friends.” Caden placed his hands on Bella’s hips and drew her close again.
“I’m pretty lucky that way. Apparently, I also have the most incredible not-a-date.”
Their lips met again, this time in a deep, delicious, tongue-plunging, hip-rocking, moan-inducing kiss that stole Bella’s breath and turned her legs to mush.
When they drew apart, he pressed his cheek to hers. “What is it about you? I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
I feel it, too. Bella’s heart was open despite how much she was trying to keep it under lock and key. She had no hope of escaping the emotions that swelled between them. A string of worry threaded its way into her mind. She slipped into self-protection mode and thwarted the truth.
“Maybe we’re both gluttons for punishment.”
He took her hand as they went outside to his truck. Bella left the door to her cottage unlocked and Caden turned back.
“Don’t you want to lock it?”
“We always leave them open. Everyone’s here, so it’s not like someone’s going to break in while we’re gone.”
Caden rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you realize how dangerous that is? What if everyone leaves, or if someone cases the area and realizes that the doors are left unlocked?”
Bella stepped closer and grabbed his collar, then pulled him down so they were eye to eye. “Your cop is showing.”
He kissed her nose. “So is your cuteness. Lock it. Please? For me?”
“Ugh. Fine.” She stalked back and locked the door, secretly enjoying that he cared enough to push the issue. “Satisfied?”
He arched a brow. “Very. I know your belongings are safe and I got a great look at your butt.”
“You’re impossible,” she said with a laugh.
He opened the truck door and helped her in. “You know you love it.” His truck smelled masculine and safe, like him.
“So what do you have planned for our not-a-date?” she asked as he started the vehicle.
He drove out of the development with that panty-melting smile Bella loved so much and reached across the seat. “Hold my hand and maybe I’ll tell you.”
This was dangerously enjoyable. He was dangerously enjoyable. Bella put her hand in his, relishing the feel of it.
“Never mind,” she said with a comfortable sigh. “Don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.”
It was a nice warm evening with a gentle breeze. They drove through Eastham and headed into Orleans with the windows open, holding hands and listening to music. With most men, Bella felt pressure to fill gaps in conversation, but with Caden the silence was comfortable, maybe even comforting. He already felt familiar, and holding hands drove that feeling deeper.
A few minutes later, he parked in front of the Orleans Book Stop. The Book Stop was located in a small white saltbox-style house that had been renovated into a bookstore. Caden held the door open for Bella and bowed dramatically, sweeping his arm before her.
“After you, madam. I hope you don’t mind bookstores.”
“Interesting choice for a first not-a-date, but a good one. I love bookstores, probably a little too much. You haven’t seen the stacks of books on the far side of my bed.”
He reached for her hand, and she followed him around a wide display of books.
“We only made it to the bedroom door, remember?” He squeezed her hand, and she flushed with the memory.
She moved in close and whispered, “Yes, I remember. You’re a naughty boy.” The heat in his eyes made her want to kiss him again.
“It’s you,” he said easily.
“Tsk. I’m the naughty one?” She glanced at the teenage girl behind the counter, who appeared to be too busy texting to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“No. You make me want to be naughty,” he teased.
“Oh.” She hooked her finger in his jeans, trying to remember how to breathe.
“You’re torturous,” he said. He took her finger from his waistband and turned back to the books. “Books. Focus.” He slid his eyes toward her, and she licked her lips. “Holy cow, Bella.”