Sunday Kind of Love Read Free

milkshake or two, and even stolen a kiss here and there, but nothing had ever blossomed into something more.
    Until the day she met Kent Brookings.
    Speaking of whom…
    Where was he? Gwen took another look up and down the platform, growing more convinced by the second that he wasn’t going to make it.
    I swear, if I have to go by myself, there will be—
    “Excuse me, miss, but is this seat taken?”
    Gwen spun around to find Kent standing in the aisle. His smile was impeccable, like something you’d expect to see on a billboard over Michigan Avenue. His blue eyes practically sparkled. But the fact that his blond hair was slightly mussed, his cheeks were flushed, and his chest rose and fell beneath his tailor-made suit and expensive tie meant that he’d had to run to catch the train.
    “I was starting to think I’d be leaving without you,” she admitted.
    Kent sat down beside her, leaned over, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I can’t believe you doubted me.”
    “It wouldn’t be the first time,” Gwen said with a smirk.
    “Only once or twice, surely.”
    “More like six or seven times,” she answered. “There was the night I had tickets to see Oklahoma! at the Biltmore Theater and ended up missing the whole first act waiting in the lobby. Then last year at Christmas, when I made reservations at—”
    “Okay, okay,” Kent surrendered with a laugh. “You’ve made your point. So maybe I’m not as punctual as you’d like me to be, but for this special occasion, I would’ve made it even if I’d had to run down the tracks after you.”
    “Now, that I would’ve liked to see.”
    Once again, Kent laughed good-naturedly, then he lifted his briefcase into his lap and undid the clasps. Seeing it made Gwen frown.
    “You said you weren’t going to bring work with you,” she told him, trying to hold back the worry teasing at the edges of her thoughts.
    Kent paused, the lid only half-open. He turned to her.
    “I know I did,” he said. “But Caruthers came into my office just as I was getting ready to leave last night and dropped the Atwood case in my lap. He said that Burns wasn’t making any headway with it and that now it was my turn. They’re such important clients for the firm that I couldn’t turn it down. This is my big chance to grab the partners’ attention, sweetheart! If I win this one, it might not be long before my name is on the masthead. I was up half the night working on it and overslept. That’s why I had to run to catch the train.”
    Just then, the engine gave a short, loud toot of its whistle. With a jolt, they began to leave the station. Gwen glanced out the window, watching the crowds slowly fall from view; a man ran alongside the platform, fervently waving his hand, his good-bye lasting until he could no longer keep up.
    She looked back at Kent, trying to smile, but from his expression, she knew that she’d done a poor job of hiding her disappointment.
    He reached over and took her hand. “How about if I agree to work only while we’re on the train?” he asked. “When we get to Buckton, I’ll put everything away and won’t touch it again until we leave.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Would that make you happy?”
    Gwen nodded, but her heart wasn’t in it. She’d heard these promises before. They were a lot like his vows to arrive on time.
    He rarely kept them.
      
    From the moment Gwen met Kent Brookings, she’d been captivated by him. While it didn’t hurt that she found him devastatingly handsome, she was surprised to also find him to be polite, well-mannered, and easy to talk to. He seemed to know something about everything, whether it be politics, music, books, the popular fashions, or even subjects she knew next to nothing about, like sports cars or wine. That he’d shown an interest in her was, to Gwen, the biggest surprise of all.
    So when he asked her to dinner, she didn’t hesitate to accept.
    It didn’t take long for Gwen to see that