Summer of Love - Carly Phillips Page 0,76

a long-standing relationship.

“Then what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” he asked, and to make certain she couldn’t avoid the issue or him, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

With her long black hair tangled around her face, she’d never looked more endearing or desirable.

“I was thinking that since you have things under control with Sam—”

“Relatively under control,” he joked and got a laugh in return.

“I thought that as soon as we solve this key mystery, I’d take her home. I know we haven’t figured out who’s after her, but at this point, she’s as safe here as she is at home…I mean in New Jersey. I hope you’ll give my parents the courtesy of a few weeks more with Sam to say goodbye before you move her up here for good.”

He narrowed his gaze, wanting to hear more before he jumped to any conclusion about where this conversation was heading. “Go on.”

“Well since Sam will have to start school in the fall, you’ll need to register her, and she’ll need time to get settled in at your parents’, of course. But it’s still early, and I’m sure my parents would appreciate some quality time with Sam, that’s all.” She toyed with the blanket, her nerves clearly showing.

He swallowed hard. Just as he suspected, Zoe was making plans to pull out of Boston and his life as soon as possible without consulting him or asking him what he wanted.

“Let me ask you something. Just whose plan is this? Because I don’t recall mentioning registering Sam in school or her living with my parents, of all people.”

She blinked. “I just assumed—I mean I didn’t think your schedule would be that flexible when you returned to work. So you’ll be able to be home with her in the mornings and after school? Because she really needs a watchful eye, what with her tendency to get in trouble when she’s left alone.”

He rolled his shoulders, but the tension remained. “I haven’t had time to think it through yet, but you apparently have it worked out. And that plan seems to include running away from your own feelings,” he accused.

Maybe he was dense, but he thought after all their closeness, she’d at least treat him fairly. But then if she was truly running, she wasn’t being fair to herself, either.

“Quit raising your voice, or you’ll have Sam running in here to see what’s going on,” Zoe said in a harsh whisper.

In an effort to calm down, he inhaled and counted to ten, then exhaled before speaking again. “I see.”

“You see what?” she asked, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

“You just changed the subject. We were talking about your feelings.”

Zoe pushed her hair out of her eyes. “This isn’t about me. It’s about Sam and what’s best for her. Now you tell me you don’t have a plan.” She maneuvered up in bed and perched her hands on her hips, which had the unfortunate effect of pushing out her breasts and erect nipples, distracting him.

She frustrated him as much as she turned him on and he swallowed hard, determined to force her to acknowledge the truth about them, her fears and her hang-ups be damned. He wasn’t about to lose her now.

“What about what’s best for you? And for me? Doesn’t that have to be decided, too?” he asked, fingers clenched into fists at his side.

Zoe tried hard to hold onto her anger because it was the only way to keep Ryan at a distance and she needed that kind of barrier between them right now. From the moment his mother had turned her attitude around, Zoe had accepted the end. She’d tried to explain as much to Ryan the night before, but apparently, he hadn’t understood.

Or didn’t want to, said a small voice in her head, one that mimicked her parents when they accused her of being afraid to commit to anyone, anything or any man. She wasn’t giving him an easy time, but he’d thank her in the end. With time and miles between them, he’d see she was right, and they couldn’t have a future.

“We come in second to Sam,” she explained slowly. “That’s what happens when there are kids involved. So I’ll go home and get my business on track. I know Quinn and Connor need me back soon. And—”

“And you’ll go back to living at home?”

“Until I find my own place to live, yes.”

“You are so full of crap,” he said, taking her by complete surprise.

“Excuse me?” She