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tell her the truth about him and want ing to be the one she came home to. The one she loved.
    But he couldn’t say any of that and he knew it.
    Feeling like an idiot, Graeme dropped his hand, stepping away from her and shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
    “I shouldn’t have done that, Marion. I’m sorry.”
    She bit her lip and blinked. Her silence nearly drove him mad, throwing him into damage control.
    “I hope we can at least be friends,” he offered. If he couldn’t have her in his bed, it was better than not having her at all in his life. He lost her once, he didn’t want to lose her again.
    “Graeme, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
    His heart suddenly tripped in his chest. He never expected her to ask him to dinner and his brain completely shut down. It was his turn to be struck mute.
    “Maybe we can catch up on the last six months of our lives,” she continued. “Unless you’re busy?”
    “I’m not busy and I’d like that. Very much,” he said. He resisted the urge to grin like a fool.
    She reached into her purse for a pen and piece of paper. “Great.” She scrawled something on the paper then handed it to him. “Why don’t you come by about seven?”
    “Sure.”
    And with that she was gone. Nothing more than a whisper in the wind. When she was finally out of his sight, he glanced down at the paper in his hand. She had given him her home address and her telephone number.
    He wondered then if she wanted him to pick her up for dinner out or…stay i n. He’d be prepared either way.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Marion swore she could still feel Graeme’s lips on hers. Her heart fluttered at the memory as she walked down the street toward her car. He had tasted faintly of mint and coffee, a flavor somewhat interesting, though not displeasing. And she loved the way his mouth brushed hers in that tentative gentle kiss.
    Running her tongue over her still-tingling lips, she tried to conjure back that whisper of a touch. As she contemplated the way his lips brushed hers, she wished it had been a deep soul-searing kiss. The kind of devastating kiss that could rock her off her axis. And she couldn’t help but wonder what such a kiss would feel like with Graeme.
    Graeme . She had known him for so long and it had never occurred to her to think of him romantically. But now she couldn’t stop thinking of him that way. With that one little kiss, he had awakened the sleeping woman inside her. Her curiosity made her want more from him.
    I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to do that.
    His words flooded back to her and she pressed her hand against her abdomen to still the butterflies. Did that mean what she thought it did? How long had he wanted to do that? Months? Years?
    She had to find out. She had to know. It was exactly why she had blurted out the invitation to dinner.
    Usually , she thought things through before being impulsive. But this time, she allowed her emotions to rule her. She had never asked a man out and now there was no going back.
    She opened her car door and slid inside. Her stomach cramped and s omething told her this would not be an ordinary let’s-just-be-friends dinner. She did want to catch up on the last few months of their lives. And she did want to spend time with Graeme. And, okay, she wanted to see him naked. On top of her.
    Marion blushed as she stuck the key in the ignition. What was wrong with her? One little kiss and now she wanted him naked on top of her. It was as though she’d been turned into some wanton hussy.
    Maybe there was something intoxicating about blowing off Ethan.
    Or maybe she really liked Graeme.
    Her mind raced with possibilities. She wanted Graeme all to herself. She didn’t want to share his attention with a server. No distractions. They’d wasted enough time waiting for each other and she wanted him all to herself. No going out on the town. No bar hoping. Just a nice home cooked meal and a bottle of wine.
    And possibilities.
    Now