Follow Your Heart (Catalina Cove #4) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,77

everything that went on in her life, but over the years she had shared a lot with her. Susan was sixty and her mother, Yvonne, had been Lyric’s grandmother Isabelle’s best friend since grade school. Susan had promised Isabelle Evans that if anything ever happened to her that she would be there for her three grandchildren. When Isabelle died three years ago, Susan had kept her promise.

“I was just wondering,” Lyric murmured.

“About what?”

“How can a woman meet a guy and not like him at first, but after spending a day with him, she can’t think of anyone else?”

Susan lifted an eyebrow. “I would say that person made an impression on her. Something he hadn’t done when they initially met.”

Her godmother was right. Her initial impression of Tanner had been that he was arrogant and conceited. He was probably still those things, but she had to hand it to him, he deserved to have an ego after what all he’d done to her and had given her. He’d been the most gracious, giving and considerate lover any woman could have. And then the fact that he had washed her clothes for her. That had been thoughtful of him. She hadn’t expected any of those things of him.

“You’re dating again?”

Lyric shook her head. “No. It was just one date.” No need to tell her godmother what all they’d done on that one date.

“Why just one date?”

“We didn’t connect like I thought we would,” she said quickly.

Susan LeBlanc tilted her head and gave her a curious look. “Obviously, the two of you connected in some way better than you expected. Otherwise you wouldn’t be thinking about him so much.”

Before Lyric could think of a response to that, her godmother stood when a customer came into the bakery.

* * *

TANNER WALKED INTO his apartment thinking how different it looked. Since he wasn’t a fan of clutter, he had taken the time to finally unpack and put stuff away. Doing so had kept him busy and he had needed that. Otherwise, he would have spent his time thinking about Lyric, and remembering their time together and wondering what she was doing now...and with whom.

She was constantly intruding on his thoughts, disrupting his concentration. It was so out of character for him. Never had a woman filled him with such desire and longing that he was certain her scent was still on him, even after taking countless showers. All it took was for him to remember her taste. Damn, he wondered if what some guys said was true. The one woman whose taste you couldn’t do without was the one who could either be your downfall or your salvation. He didn’t want Lyric Evans to be either.

Moving to his kitchen, he grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, uncapped the bottle and took swig. What he did want was to move on with his life, pick up his normal routine. He had a little black book full of names, yet he hadn’t had the desire or the inclination to call one of them, even when he desperately felt the need to get laid.

He threw back his head in frustration as he leaned against the kitchen counter. What the hell was happening to him? Why was he behaving like a man possessed? A man on the verge of losing his control, his mind...and his heart.

His heart—the possibility totally freaked him out. Surely, it had to take more than one day in bed to feel something like that. He must be dealing with a case of intense lust and nothing more—is this what was called being p-whipped?

Damn. He knew his problem was more serious than Blade thought. He seriously doubted making her a TD, two and done, would be a fix. If anything, it might push him completely over the edge. Little did Lyric know, but his day with her had blown his mind in several ways. Hell, now he even liked her as a person.

On the flight back to New Orleans she had even told him about her ex-boyfriend and discovering that he was sleeping with a woman she’d considered a friend. A woman who’d frequented the gym that she’d befriended.

Now he understood why she needed to make sure he wasn’t already involved with someone before agreeing to spend Labor Day with him. Tanner figured she’d been candid with him because she knew it would be the only time they would spend together.

Tanner took another swig of his beer and then drew in a deep breath. He