open. “Sorry I’m late, but —” Maria broke off and studied her. “Your hair isn’t dry, your slacks don’t match your shirt, and you’re not wearing any makeup. I’m thinking you woke up late, something you never do.” She paused. “Holy shit! You finally got laid!”
Olivia groaned. Just what she didn’t need. The inquisition. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know I said you needed a good fuck, but I didn’t mean you had to get one so soon.”
Olivia glared at the mouth that wouldn’t quit then sighed and turned resignedly to the scones she’d been preparing. There would be no stopping the questions now. Once Maria scented blood, she wouldn’t quit until she had answers.
“Look. It’s no big deal,” Olivia tried to sound casual. As if her last intimate date hadn’t been two years ago.
“No big deal?” Maria stared with her mouth agape. “This from the queen of the desert? Honey, your sex life has been so dry you make a drought look wet.”
“Very funny.” Olivia couldn’t help a small grin. “Quit making fun of me. Put those scones in the oven and make us both a latte. I have a feeling I’m going to need it dealing with you.”
“I’m waiting on the details with baited breath.” Maria smirked and immediately fixed them their coffee. “Okay, Queen of the Desert, now spill it.”
Chapter Four
Kyle finished his four miles in record time and walked around the neighborhood to cool down. Historic Swansboro always relaxed him, made him feel less rigid and less military, despite its proximity to the base.
The house he lived in, the Reginald R. Smith house, had been built in 1901 and still contained the original paned glass upstairs. The house had survived countless hurricanes, wet seasons, and a multitude of owners before he’d bought the place.
Longevity . The place had longevity. It was a quality Kyle admired as much as loyalty, two things Becca had been sorely lacking.
Instead of the anger he normally felt when thinking of his conniving ex-girlfriend, relief now filled him. He’d never thought he’d feel this way, but he was glad she’d cheated on him. He should have listened to his gut instincts earlier, before he’d let her into his heart and his bed. But he couldn’t go back and change things, nor would he at this point. Through Becca, he now had a hold on Olivia, at first just a dream, now a fantasy made real.
From the first he’d been captivated. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever dated. She didn’t have the best body or even the best job of the women he’d previously been with.
But something about her had intrigued him and still did.
He thought about it and realized it all boiled down to her smile. When Olivia smiled, her amber eyes sparkled. Her sensuous lips curled, inviting and distracting him time and time again. The warmth and caring in her gaze had blinded him to every other woman. And when he’d seen the rest of her, something in him had snapped.
She possessed average height and had a woman’s frame, soft and curvy in all the right places. She was no stranger to exercise though. He distinctly recalled her toned thighs and the flat plane of her sexier-than-hell stomach.
So much for relieving his tension with a run. Instead of cooling him off, his traitorous mind increased his internal temperature. Good one, Waters. Trying to scare the neighbors with an erection from hell? Too bad he couldn’t bottle Olivia Cava, man’s answer to erectile dysfunction. On a laugh, he gave himself a light cool-down jog and finally subdued his arousal. A good thing because, moments later, a pair of women passed him, nodding a pleasant greeting as they continued jogging.
Kyle walked the rest of the way back to the house, thoughts of Olivia keeping him company. From the first, she’d affected him. Months before he’d left, he’d watched her interact with customers, the way she worked so hard, how much pride she took in her