In Bed with Beauty Read Free Page B

wasn’t exactly a booming month in the tourist industry. Sarah should have been jubilant, but instead she couldn’t help but wonder why Harris Davidson hadn’t come in for his free meal.
    She reminded herself she was much to busy for a man in her life but that didn’t seem to matter. She liked Harris. He made her feel like a woman.
    She was seated in the back of the restaurant behind the kitchen in her office. It was a small room that had at one time served as a storage closet. She’d been unable to use the more spacious office that had been her dad’s. Instead she and her siblings had decided to keep the office as it was when he died. It sounded strange but sometimes when she went in there she felt her parents presence. She could hear the culinary staff from her office and the sounds of cooking had always soothed her.
    Sometimes when she was most frustrated with her life she’d spend hours in the kitchen baking. Baking was what she liked to do best, but her parents’ dream had been a small homey restaurant, not a bakery.
    Her desk fit from wall to wall against the back and her chair was a battered secretary model that she’d rescued from the dump. Lhasa, the Mexican vocalist, sang quietly in the background.
    Sarah knew enough Spanish to know the singer sang of the heartache of love. Perhaps it wasn’t her high school Spanish helping her out but her gut. Heartbreak sounded the same in every language.
    That was part of her problem. Her entire life she’d been dreaming of finding true love and her instincts had always guided her to men who weren’t interested in anything close to love. Although Paul had been close to love, he’d wanted his own family and not a ready-made one.
    Reaching for the Magic 8 ball on her desk she shook it idly. It’s not like she believed the 8 ball had special powers to see the future. It was just sometimes reassuring when she was uncertain.
    She should’ve been relieved that Harris hadn’t shown up at the restaurant. She should’ve been happy to know that the guy who was not even vaguely close to her Mr. Right didn’t stop in. She should’ve been, but she wasn’t.
    “Will I see Harris again?” she asked and then shook the black ball. Oh, God, if her brother saw her doing this he’d be laughing for a week.
    Signs point to yes.
    “Well where the heck is he?” she asked her empty office.
    “Who?” said a voice from the doorway.
    Sarah screamed and jumped out of her chair, pivoting to face Harris who stood in her office doorway. Damn, had she conjured him up by thinking about him?
    “You gave me a heart attack,” she said, holding her hand over her heart.
    “My apologies,” he said. But there was a sparkle in his eye that said he’d enjoyed startling her.
    “What are you doing back here?” she asked.
    “Your brother sent me back here when I asked to see you.”
    “Oh, you could have just given my card to your server and told them I comped your meal.”
    He walked into the room, stopping when only an inch of space remained between them. She knew it was ridiculous but she imagined she could feel his heat. He smelled of expensive cologne and was dressed again in a nice suit. She wasn’t sure of the designer.
    “I’m not here for a free meal,” he said, his voice low.
    She tilted her head back. A faint five-o’clock shadow dotted his chin and she wanted to touch his face. To feel the square jaw and roughness of the stubble darkening his face. She clenched her hands to keep from giving into the impulse.
    “You’re not?” she asked.
    He shook his head. The song switched on her CD to Amado Mio and Sarah knew she should have hit stop as soon as he entered. Listening to Spanish love songs with this man around her wasn’t a good idea.
    “Why are you here?” Sarah asked.
    He drew the tip of one finger down the curve of her cheek. She shuddered deep inside. His touch was light and gentle but started a riot in her senses. Deep inside the part of her that had been dormant