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“We are. They’re great guys; both guys are going to the wedding so you can meet them.”
The thought of introducing Cady to my friends doesn’t strike a chord of terror like it usually does.
Maybe that’s because I know I’ll only have a weekend with her.
“Anyone else I should be prepped to meet?” she asks, all businesslike without a hint of nerves.
I wonder if it makes her nervous, or if she’s thinking the same as I am—this will only be for a weekend, so how bad can it be?
I’m not thinking it will be bad at all, but maybe she is.
I don’t normally chase women. They come to me, because of my charm, or sometimes my name. I’ve never not gone after what I wanted, but women are there for me to do the taking.
Cady is different.
And maybe I’m simply being a man who is going after what he can’t have, a man who likes the chase because I feel like I’m racing after her, but she’s ahead by so many lengths it’s impossible for me to catch up.
I step out of the changing room and she stands to appraise me with a shake of her head. “You haven’t even given it a chance,” I protest.
“I don’t like it. You asked for my help, so I’m giving it. Don’t wear that.”
I’m impressed by her certainty. I’d probably buy it to have something different in my closet. Plus, my father would hate it. “All right, then. Maybe the third time is the charm.”
The next choice is pants in an odd blue-gray colour and with an off-white button-up and a thin jacket. I’m not sure, and when I step out for Cady to see, she has a frown on her face. “I like the pants better than the other ones, but take off the jacket,” she orders.
“I’ll take off whatever you want, whenever you want.” I sling the jacket over my shoulder, holding it with one finger, and pose.
She surveys it with a frown.
Frowning can’t even take away from her beauty.
“Maybe the shirt…” she murmurs. Without any warning, she steps closer and pulls my shirt out of the waistband of the pants.
“We are in a public place, but I’m cool with it if you are,” I say in a husky voice.
She moves back. “Do other women appreciate your innuendos?” she asks.
“I… guess…”
“I don’t mean to sound rude, but the men I’m used to, when they say something like that, it’s not meant as a joke. They’re very direct.”
After that admission, Cady won’t look at me until I take her chin and tip it up. “I think you need to find different men to be used to,” I say it softly but with a hint of steel in my voice.
She holds my gaze for a moment before turning her head away. “I don’t have a lot of—”
“Time? I’m sensing a trend here. Aren’t you glad you’re taking some time off for this weekend? A spontaneous trip? There’s nothing better than that.” I smile until she turns back to me.
“I’m not good at spontaneous,” she confesses.
“I’m beginning to see that.”
We stand close enough to touch, but I don’t. I want nothing more than to run my hand up her arm and dive deep into that hair, but for all her poise and cool exterior, I get the sense Cady is like a cat—unsocial and unpredictable, but there’s more chance to make her purr if you approach with caution and gentleness.
“I have a spontaneous idea for you,” I say in a low voice, studying the freckles on her nose.
Cady is elegant. Sophisticated. Her cream-coloured pants and jacket scream no-nonsense; the red hair caught back in a sleek ponytail says practical.
I can’t wait to see her with her hair down. Or maybe up with the long tail wrapped around my fist.
