Unlovable

Chapter 25

The sun was streaming through the windows, casting its glow on Roger and Darcie as they slept. Wishbone snored contently on the edge of the bed, his little face hidden under his paws. Roger stretched out as much as he could without bothering them. Glancing, half awake, he peered at the clock on the nightstand.

Shit, he thought as he sat up.

The clock chimed 10:30 AM. He had a realtor meeting within the hour.

He wanted nothing more than to blow it off, make Darcie breakfast in bed and spend the remainder of the day sitting there with her. They didn't have to go anywhere or do anything. He just wanted to be there with her. Hell, he always wanted to be with her.

Roger sighed to himself, knowing he couldn't put off work any longer then he already had. Two weeks of sporadic business just wasn't enough. It was time he got back in the grind of things. So, gently, he kissed Darcie's shoulder in an attempt to wake her.

She stirred slowly, her eyes blinking back against the sun. She grinned sleepily at him as she looked up and saw him smiling over her.

"What time is it?" she asked as she ran a hand over her eyes.

She pulled the comforter up over her bare chest and sat up slowly.

"10:30," he said pulling her against him. "You can sleep if you want, but I have a meeting I have to get to."

Darcie frowned and Roger kissed her forehead.

"I didn't want you to wake up without me here and get the wrong idea."

She yawned and snuggled into him, a soft smile forming on her face.

"All I have are the right ideas," she said in an erogenous manner.

Roger sneered happily.

"I wish I could entertain them, darlin' . But, I have to get some work done or my company's going to go belly up."

Darcie pouted again, but only half-heartedly. She understood.

"Fine then. I'll probably just take a shower and head home."

He ran his hand up and down her bare side and felt himself shudder. It couldn't be normal to want a woman so much.

"You don't have your car. How will you get there?"

Darcie shrugged and yawned again.

"Last time I checked I had two perfectly capable feet on my legs." She peeked under the blankets. "Yup. Still down there."

She smiled up at him. Roger frowned at her. He didn't like the idea of her walking home by herself, even in such a statistically safe place as Oswego.

"You sure, Darc? I could put a time call in for cab? Or you could just stay here. Mi casa es su casa, and all that jazz."

"I'll be fine. Wishbone will protect me."

Roger nodded, still not so sure. Slowly, he pulled the covers from him and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"You sure?" he asked again as he looked over his shoulder, his brow furrowed in worry.

She smiled again, letting her gaze travel down his muscled, tan back and the side of his lean, strong and very naked thighs.

"I'm sure."

He leaned back slightly, so that his face was inches from hers.

"I know I haven't said it again since the first time, but I love you. I just want you to be safe. Always."