"I have your bath ready," Sarah told him, rising to her feet.
"Lord knows I need it." He pushed his chair back and stood, then followed her, his boots echoing heavily across the floor when she wove a path through the tables. She saw the others looking their way. Ben Guthrie was the kind of man that demanded attention. He carried himself in a manner that made people respect him before they even got to know him.
He halted by the table with the couple, and Sarah looked back as he laid a heavy hand on the woman's shoulder. "The fish is the best on the route and not too heavy on your stomach." He offered her a smile, and she nodded. Sarah watched his fingers drag away from the woman's shoulder fighting the sudden urge to yank the shoulder entirely from the woman's body. She knew the lightning-quick jealousy was insane and tried to hide any emotion when Ben's gaze returned to her.
They continued through a door, and she led him down the corridor, glancing back once to find his gaze lowered to her backside. It darted up instantly, but she faced forward, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He'd been looking at her. A shiver of heat raced down her spine. Once they reached the washroom, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. He followed and swept off his hat then tossed it to the floor in the corner. He faced her as she closed the door behind them and reached out, snaking an arm around her waist, bringing her flush against him.
"I've missed you, woman," he murmured as he reached up and freed her hair from the pins that held it up and away from her face. As it fell around her shoulders, he buried his face in it and inhaled deeply. Then he brought his lips down to hers. |
