On his doctor's recommendation, Alex signs up to an online dating site and creates a profile as Xander. His searches find nobody of interest, and he's about to dismiss it as a bad idea when Roxy posts a message to him.
Rosario is an investigator for...
My heart rattled in my chest while Xander and I rapid-fired messages. He wants me. Even after what I've done to him.
Five minutes? Why did I say five? I'm sweaty from the run. Need to shower and change.
Why? If he's still as eager as his parting kiss and throbbing thigh showed last night, we'll both soon be even more sweaty.
"First, some milk and food for you, puss." I chortled to myself as I opened the fridge door. "Then my puss is off to milk a whopper."
Oh, God! How hokey. I hope he wants me for more than just that.
Hmmm, seems he does. He could have taken me aboard after Chambéry – God knows I wanted him to, but he didn't even respond to my kiss. And he had plenty of time to grope and plunder me during the sail back yesterday, but as much as I snuggled and caressed, he didn't.
So focused. Such a gentle and patient man – definitely after more than just my body. And how myopic I was, thinking he's after my wealth. Hah! What wealth?
But me? Do I want him for more than only sex? Oh, God, girl. How silly a question is that? Search half a lifetime for someone who flips my switch. All my switches. Switches I hadn't realised existed.
A minute later, with Ruffles' dishes and water fountain refilled, I locked the door behind me and ran along the crescent, Xander appearing through the gap in his hedgerow and spreading his arms for me as I approached.
We merged in a hug and a kiss. A long and passionately exploring one.
When our lips finally parted, I said, "People are watching."
"Good, let them see unfettered love."
Love? Did he say love?
I recaptured his willing mouth with mine, pressing my body against his.
When we again separated, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
What? How off-topic that is. I shrugged. "Couldn't. Too distraught."
"Same. Maybe we should eat first, so we don't run out of energy."
Oh, God! This man! "Or do an entrée on your bed first, then enjoy a long dessert there after lunch."
He took my hand and led me through the hedgerow. "I love your spunk."
And I love you. Yeah, I do. Need to tell him.
Then inside, I followed his lead, discarding clothes as we climbed the stairs.
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