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together like the right puzzle pieces. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm so intense that it was as though each and every nerve on her stood on its end and vibrated. And yet, it was over. There was no way they could be together. There was a history there. And you never repeated history, at least not when things had turned out disastrously.
    Clearing her throat, Francesca sat up. Randal was so handsome. His dark eyes stared back at her. More than anything she wanted to reach out and rub the back of her palm over his stubble and tell him she loved him. But instead, she said, “Well, that was fun. Guess I’ll be on my way.”
    “It was fun.” He lifted himself off the bed and slid on his boxers.
    Letting her gaze follow him, she was surprised he left the room, leaving her there all alone. She sighed loudly and put her clothes back on almost as fast as they’d come off. After slipping her shoes on, she went to look for Randall. The storm had passed and through the back glass door she saw he was on the porch, in his boxers, staring out over the lawn with that look on his face that told her he was seriously thinking.
    Making love had brought up feelings in each of them, she was sure. If she went out there now, they would talk, and somehow convince each other a relationship would work. But there was a reason she’d left him years ago. It was a selfish one, she’d chosen money over love, but it wasn’t like she could go back now and change things. Randall would never believe she loved him. And the hurtful things she’d said years ago would always be in the back of his mind.
    So she decided to leave. It was easier. Picking up her purse, she made her way out of the house and didn’t look back. She walked in a fast pace. All it would take was for him to call her name, and she would turn around, go back, and be his forever.
     

Chapter 6
     
    Randy slammed the hood down on the white Lexus. Finally, this damn car was fixed. All he had to do now was deliver it and he’d be done with Francesca. It was already done. She hadn’t called all week, and he hadn’t called her. They’d had sex—awesome sex. The only problem was she wasn’t out of his system. That one last time between the sheets he thought would work, didn’t. He wanted her again and again. He wanted to feel her warm breath on his skin, her soft touch as she caressed him, and her little murmurs as he pleased her.
    But did she want him? Sure, he could tell her he was loaded, and she’d be knocking on his door. But he wanted her to want him for him not his money. It was hard to let her go, but somehow he was going to have to.
    In his office, Randy picked up the phone. He needed to know where the truck was so he could swap out the vehicles. He dialed her and as he placed the phone to his ear, all he could hear was the sound of his heart pumping at a fast pace.
    She answered on the third ring. “Hello.”
    “It’s Randy. Your car’s done. Let me know where my truck is, and I can swap the vehicles out.”
    “I’m actually at the gym.”
    “You’re always there. Do you live there or something?”
    “No, it’s customer appreciation week. They have free massages. I’m taking advantage of that.”
    “How long are you going to be there?” he asked, tapping his fingers on his desk.
    “Another forty-five minutes.”
    “When you get done, your car will be there. Make sure you change the oil from now on.”
    “Leave the bill in the glove compartment and I’ll send you a check,” she said matter-of-factly.
    He hated how formal this was. He wanted to know how she was, what she was doing, if her day was going well. Not this business talk. “Sounds good.”
    “Thanks, Randall.”
    He started to tell her once again, it was Randy, but she’d already hung up. Setting the phone down, he moaned. She’d given him what he’d asked for. But this certainly was not what he wanted. Damn, life had been so much simpler before that stormy night