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All that pacing. She shook her head, stopping in midsentence as she looked up at the mantel and the
candles that had burned down to the holders. Oh my goodness. She looked around carefully.
Matthew Granite, you had a woman here last night, didn t you?
Mom, once I turned thirty, I thought we agreed I didn t have to talk about women with you.
From the bedroom came the sound of a door closing. His parents exchanged a long, satisfied look.
Victoria arched her eyebrow at her son. She s still here?
As a matter of fact, yes. And don t start on her, Mom. I don t want her scared off. This is the one.
There was another startled silence. Kate s here? Harold asked, clearly astonished. Kate Drake?
Of course it s Kate, Victoria said.
Kate came out of the bedroom with a bright smile and desperation in her eyes. She was wearing one of
his shirts over her thin white blouse. Matthew was instantly mortified. He thought he would tease her, and
at the same time, he d have the added pleasure of knowing she was sitting beside him in the warmth of
his car without a bra. He d planned to slip his hand inside the white silk of her blouse and caress her soft
creamy skin. The idea alone had made him as hard as a rock. It hadn t occurred to him that her blouse
was sheer enough that her darker nipples would show so alluringly.
Kate always presented a near flawless appearance to the world, and he realized immediately when he
saw the desperation in her eyes that it was her armor. She wore her clothes and hair and makeup to keep
people from seeing the real Kate. The vulnerable Kate. The Kate she shared only with her sisters, and
now with him.
Hello Mrs. Granite, Mr. Granite, she greeted.
Matthew drew the edges of his shirt together around her, sliding several buttons in place. He bent to kiss
her, shielding her from his parents scrutiny for a brief moment. When he was certain she was sufficiently
covered, he circled her waist with his arms and held her in front of him. He could feel her soft unbound
breasts pushing against his arms. Instantly his body reacted, thickening, hardening, an ache pounding
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through his blood. He held her close to him, covering the painful bulge stretching the material of his jeans.
Kate was without mercy, slowly and sensuously rubbing her round bottom over the hard ridge. I would
very much like to visit, but Elle s in the hospital, and we have to go by Kate s house before we go to see
her. Was that his voice? It sounded thick and husky to his ears. He was even afraid color burned in his
face. His palms itched to cup Kate s breasts in his hands. The soft weight on his arms was driving him
crazy. His mouth had actually gone dry. And if she didn t stop the way she was rubbing against him, he
was going to shock everyone right then and there. Let s have dinner tonight, he suggested, in
desperation making eye contact with his father.
Harold, taking the cue, caught Victoria s elbow firmly.
Danny will be spending the evening with Trudy Garret and her little boy at the Grange. Santa Claus is
stuffing stockings and delivering presents around seven. We were going to watch, Victoria said. Can
we plan for another night?
Tomorrow is the pageant rehearsal, Matt said. You all are in that. Maybe we can grab dinner
afterward.
There s never time. Harold shook his head, but headed across the living room to the front door. The
pageant rehearsal never runs smoothly, and we re always there until midnight.
Good point, Matt agreed. Don t worry, Mom, we ll have dinner together soon. He walked them to
the door. Who s playing Santa Claus this year?
Harold grinned. No one s supposed to know, Matt. He went out into the light drizzle and paused.
Jeff Burley broke his leg a couple of weeks ago. He s done it every year, and we had a bit of trouble
finding a replacement. Everyone s afraid of the fog. Some of the townspeople think it s some kind of
alien invasion.
Victoria put up her umbrella and made a little face. People are so silly sometimes.
I hope you re not trying to ask me to be Santa Claus this year, I m more afraid of the kids than I am of
aliens. Matt sounded as stern as he dared with his mother.
Kate made a move to retreat back into the house, but Matt held her firmly as if she were his only refuge.
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