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“Sure,” he said, but refused to look at Marly.
The slight touch of her foot against his was all that needed to be communicated between the two of them.
20
BEING PREPARED
Marly debated in her condo for a few minutes on whether to pack clothes for the night.
It was unsaid what she and Colson would be doing, but they’d gotten nowhere else.
Dinner had been tight, full of compressed oxygen and tense muscles while she sat next to the man she was going to get naked with soon. They’d laughed at words and antics at the table and she couldn’t recite one thing back.
Sex had never filled her brain as much as it had the past few weeks of waiting for this moment.
Maybe if he hadn’t lit her up every time they were within ten feet of each other it wouldn’t be so bad.
Nah, she wouldn’t give that up for one second.
Not the sleepless nights. The crazy tingling. Or the hopeful glances on the chance she’d see him at work, knowing it wasn’t a foregone conclusion.
Just the anticipation of keeping her on edge.
Was he in the courthouse at times? Sure. But normally in court, not in her office.
That past month had been an anomaly.
After giving up on thoughts and worries, she grabbed leggings, a sweatshirt, a change of undergarments and a toothbrush and stuffed them in her big tote purse.
There, not so obvious, but being prepared.
The night would just go as it wanted to without her guiding it.
Which of course was hard for her on so many levels.
But Colson had her. He always did.
He would again tonight.
The fifteen-minute drive to his house was met with hushed nerves, massive body twitches, and enough excitement to fill a ballroom.
She parked her car in his driveway. It was a cute house. Two-story colonial. Older on the outside, not what she would have expected of him.
Not a traditional red brick home, attached garage, probably multiple bedrooms and baths.
But she reminded herself to stop trying to figure it all out.
It’d always been something that held her back just enough.
She was tired of holding back anything.
She got out of her car, looked around to see if anyone noticed her and hated that also.
Enough was enough.
She was a single woman very much interested in a single man.
She had every right to want to pursue this relationship and not worry over her shoulder that someone was going to give her bad press over it.
