Miami. Until he got the report and read it for himself, there was no need to say anything. Especially since there was a chance Duan might not find anything worth reporting.
Still, Andrew couldn’t dismiss the thought that something about the situation was off, although he had no idea what it could be.
TONI HEARD THE SOUND of a car pulling up in front of her apartment complex and glanced out the blinds. Drew had arrived. It was too late to worry about whether having him coming over was a mistake. She watched as he got out of the car, and couldn’t help remembering what she’d thought the first time she’d seen him.
Andrew Logan was the epitome of male perfection. She had to get a grip on her wild imagination when he began walking toward the stairs in a pair of jeans and a pullover sweater. It was one of those days in March when the weather was kind of warm, although forecasters had warned not to get complacent since it would probably snow next weekend.
She had decided, after a sleepless night, that she would handle this situation the same way she would if any of her other friends had offered to help. Only she and Drew weren’t friends. He was her former lover and current partner. When she’d called Joy last night for advice, her friend only laughed and told her that she was on her own. Joy knew how sexually combustible she and Andrew were, and wished her the best.
Toni continued to watch him through the blinds at an angle where she knew he couldn’t see her. Just seeing him and that sexy walk as he moved up the stairs toward her door had blood rushing through her entire body. Suddenly, she could vividly recall all the times he had touched her—and where he had touched her. All over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs… And he had kissed her in those same places, too.
She released a deep sigh. If seeing him outside her door could get her all hot and bothered, what would happen once he was inside? It had been years since she’d experienced this kind of need. She wondered what he would think if he knew she hadn’t slept with another man since they broke up. But she had gone through several battery-operated boyfriends since then. And she had named them all, but none had been as effective as the man who, at that moment, knocked on her door.
Drawing in another deep breath, she went over to let him in. She took a quick glance down at herself to make sure she was presentable. She’d pulled on a pair of jeans and a pullover top. It would have to do. After all, it was only eight in the morning. He wouldn’t expect her to look glamorous.
Because it was early, she figured that he would be gone before lunch time. So, she had prepared breakfast. Whenever he visited her in Miami, she would prepare her grandfather’s mouthwatering biscuits. He loved them, and she decided to surprise him and make a batch this morning.
Her apartment wasn’t as big as her house had been, and her eat-in kitchen was tight rather than cozy. But it was the best she could do since she didn’t have a dining room. What she’d liked about this particular apartment was that it overlooked a beautiful lake. There was a stunning view of it from her kitchen nook and her bedroom.
Drawing in yet another deep breath, she asked...as if she didn’t already know, “Who is it?”
“Drew.”
She opened the door and there he was. Yes, it was Drew. The man she was not supposed to care for but loved anyway. She tried forcing down all kinds of sensations that were causing fire to spread through her body and smiled up at him. “Good morning, Drew. I hope you’re hungry. I thought I would take care of your appetite before we got started.”
• • •
She hoped he was hungry and would take care of his appetite before they got started? Andrew wondered if Toni knew just how decadent that sounded. Especially when his present appetite was more of a sexual nature.
He could not stop himself from letting his gaze scan her body. All this week, she’d been wearing slacks and a shirt. He’d almost forgotten just how good she looked in jeans. Unfortunately, he had spent most of his time remembering just how she’d looked wearing nothing at all.