A vineyard, a family in pain, and the healing magic of cupcakes…
Tom dropped Amy home later that night. He walked her to the back door of Sugar Cakes and waited for her to open the lock and turn the inside light on.
She had a feeling he didn’t want the night to end. If she were to be honest, she’d admit she felt the exact same.
‘Thank you so much for today,’ she said as they lingered on the doorstep under the filmy light that spilled over them. ‘I really appreciate your help. And for tonight too. I had a great time.’ And she truly did. She enjoyed Tom’s company a great deal.
Even now, as she looked up into his face, she ignored the buzz of anticipation that tingled through her body.
‘I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.’
‘I did. I needed it.’ She had needed to do something just for the hell of it. Not out of obligation or duty, but just for fun. She had already dedicated so much to her career, she’d forgotten what that was like.
Tom looked into her eyes as he smiled; Amy melted just a little. How could she not. This man was incredible—warm, compassionate, and as sexy as sin. And he was completely respecting the boundaries she had delineated. No pressure.
But, the worst thing they could have done was sleep together because now that she had had a taste of him, she knew how great it could be, and she wanted more. So much more.
Could she take it there again? Would it really be so bad if they were to let this attraction play out physically for the duration they had left together?
There was no denying that Tom was becoming a huge part of her life.
There was no denying that she was developing real emotions for him.
Her breaths grew thinner, louder, as much as she tried to hide it. But there was nowhere to hide, for in this silence was only their breaths and beating hearts.
‘So, I guess I’ll see you later in the week?’ he asked, but his words were thin. He was obviously on the same train of thought she had stumbled onto. But how could he not be when all the space between them was becoming charged with their need to touch one another.
Before she could think of all the reasons why she shouldn’t, Amy reached for his hand. A warm current coursed through her arm. She needed his touch so much she ached.
His gaze met hers.
Her thumb moved over the back of his hand and that small gesture stole her breath. His eyelids dipped a little, and his next intake of air was rushed.
Still his eyes held hers.
She took a step closer. His warmth reached across the space between them and caressed her, urged her to come even closer. Could she?
Amidst all the pain and the uncertainty of the future, could she let Tom in? Even if only for a short while?
Her breaths were making her chest rise and fall. Her heart sped up pace.
‘Amy?’ asked Tom, a deep whisper.
For a long moment, she didn’t answer, still indecisive. No-one but themselves could get hurt here.
Was he worth that risk?
He reached for her, his hand cupping her jaw, thumb smoothing over her cheek. She nestled into his touch. ‘Amy?’
Was it really so wrong when everything inside her was screaming at her to take the leap, to fall into him.
‘Will you catch me?’ she whispered.
His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips, then he nodded. ‘And I won’t let go.’
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