Take Me Home for Christmas (Whiskey Creek #5)(41)
Author: Brenda Novak

“Please.”

She put two slices in the toaster and poured him a cup of coffee, which she carried to the table before bringing over his eggs. She didn’t bother with cream or sugar. She knew he liked his coffee black. “I could cut up some fruit, too, if you like.”

He caught her hand as she let go of his plate and frowned when he saw the damage to her fingers. “What are you doing to yourself? Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Not really,” she lied, pulling away so she could hide her hands again.

“They look sore.”

“They’re fine. I’ll take care of it tonight.”

“Why don’t you take care of it now? There’re some Band-Aids in my bathroom.”

She gestured as if she’d do anything to get him to stop pressing her. “Okay. I—I’ll bring you a new box tomorrow.”

“I’m not worried about the price of a box of Band-Aids.”

His toast popped up and she hurried over to butter it. She planned to put the rest of his breakfast on his plate and get out of there until he finished eating, but he spoke before she could clear the door.

“Did he abuse you, Sophia?”

She knew about the rumors that’d gone through town, knew he was talking about Skip. The tone of his voice, itself a request for her to level with him, tempted her to admit the truth at last. She’d had to lie for so long. But she didn’t want word of what she’d suffered to get back to Lex.

Besides, she was pitiable enough in her current situation. “No.”

“How do you explain the bruises?”

She couldn’t meet his eyes. Every time she did, she pictured him with Eve. “I guess I’m just clumsy.”

* * *

Ted was back at his desk, but he wasn’t doing any more writing than yesterday. He kept thinking about last night and the fact that he’d slept with Eve. He’d known what he was doing. He’d made a conscious decision to take Eve to bed. So why did he feel so crappy today?

He listened to the sound of the vacuum as Sophia cleaned the house. She was working hard and fast, reminding him of the white tornado he’d once seen on a commercial. He couldn’t even convince her to stop and have lunch.

And her hands. Shit, she was destroying them.

He thought about how she’d responded when he’d asked if Skip had abused her. Her mouth said no, but her eyes—

His phone rang. For a change, he was hoping it’d be his mother. He wanted to tell her that he was dating Eve, wanted to hear her excitement now that he finally had a serious love interest—one she and everyone else could be happy about. He thought that might erase the doubts nagging at him, help him believe he’d made the right choice.

But it wasn’t Rayma. It was his new girlfriend.

“Hey.” When he answered, he infused his voice with more excitement than he felt. “How are you today?”

“Fine. You?”

“Great. Why wouldn’t I be great?” He rolled his eyes. He was acting odd, and even he could tell.

“You’re not freaked out?” She sounded hesitant, eager to be reassured.

He kneaded his forehead. “Of course not.”

“That’s a relief. Because last night was—” she laughed “—last night blew my mind. And it’s going to blow everyone else’s when they find out we’re together now. But I’ll just say this—if I’d known you were that good in bed, I would’ve jumped your bones a long time ago.”

She wasn’t bad herself. And it was nice of her to stroke his ego. So why did he feel like crawling under his desk? “It was…amazing,” he said weakly.

“We could have another amazing night.”

He felt himself cringe. “When?”

“You could come over for dinner.”

Tonight? No. He didn’t want to see her again so soon. He needed time to regroup. But he wasn’t about to admit it. He’d made himself a promise that he’d see this through no matter what. “I have to work late but…after?”

“Fine. We’ll have dessert.”

“Okay.”

“Eight-thirty work for you?”

“Yeah. But you have my car.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Perfect.”

“Um…”

He clenched his jaw when she didn’t say goodbye. Please, God, don’t let her say she loves me. Anything but that. “What is it?”

“When are we going to tell the others?”

His chest tightened until he could scarcely breathe. It felt as if someone was smothering him. He got to his feet. Relax…you’re not engaged yet. “Let’s give it a couple of weeks. We should adjust to the change in our relationship before we ask them to, don’t you think?”

“Good point.”

“See you tonight?”

“One more thing.”

He shifted the phone to his other ear.

“Are you sure you don’t regret it?”

“Do you?” he asked.

“Not at all!”

“Me, neither.”

“In fact, I hope I’m pregnant.”

He was glad he wasn’t eating anything, because he would’ve choked. “Why would you say that? We used a condom. Is there some reason you—”

“No. I just…I want a baby.”

“I’m definitely not ready, Eve,” he said.

She chuckled. “I know. I’m probably scaring you to death.”

She was certainly doing that. “Promise me you won’t talk about babies for a while.”

“All right,” she said. “But it’s not as if you didn’t know.”

True. She’d brought it up more than once in the past couple of years; she’d been afraid she wouldn’t get the opportunity to have a family.

“Is Sophia okay?” she asked.

He hated that just the mention of Sophia’s name made him tense up. “She’s fine. Why wouldn’t she be?”

“I was so embarrassed when she showed up this morning and I was still there. She was embarrassed, too. I could tell. She could hardly look at me. Did she say anything to you about it?”

He walked over to the glass walls of his office and gazed down into his house, to where Sophia was vacuuming the living room a level below. Completely unaware that she was being watched, she stopped long enough to wipe sweat from her face, then went back to work as energetically as before. It was as though she’d gone into fast-forward this morning and gotten stuck there. “No. Nothing. She knows it’s none of her business.” She didn’t care, anyway. Why would she? She’d been sleeping with someone else for fourteen years.