Lucky Streak (Lucky 2)

Without warning, Mike rose from his seat. “I appreciate the explanation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find my father.”

Heart in her throat, Amber watched him go. She glanced at Clara and forced a smile. She and this woman had more in common than she’d first thought. From lies and omissions, to hoping for a future with a good man, to the Corwin men and therefore their curse, Amber and Clara shared a bond.

Time would tell which, if either of them, would triumph.

CHAPTER TWELVE

EDWARD REFUSED to come into the house or talk to Mike about that woman. Mike didn’t know what surprised him more, that his father had at one time stepped out of his self-imposed isolation and reached out to Clara Deveaux or the fact that the woman so obviously still had an impact on Edward now. At a loss over how to handle his father, Mike retreated inside the house where he and Amber ate dinner together, a meal she’d cooked for them by herself.

They shared comfortable conversation, Amber catching Mike up with what had gone on since she’d arrived in Stewart, and Mike filling her in about work and his partner’s wedded bliss. A sense of normalcy settled over him and he realized he enjoyed the companionship, something he’d never really had before.

Every time he looked at Amber or inhaled her unique scent, the sexual attraction kicked him hard and he couldn’t ignore it. Especially now that he’d given himself permission to indulge.

Today she wore a loose pink T-shirt with a low scoop neck and a pair of dark denim jeans. Barefoot, her red-painted toenails peeked out from beneath the hem of her pants. And her curls flowed around her shoulders, sexy and disheveled. She looked more delicious than the meal and he had a hard time keeping his mind on the food and conversation—instead of the dessert he hoped they’d share later on in bed.

When they finished eating, she filled a plate for Edward, covered it with tinfoil, and left it for him on the counter. “Maybe he’ll eat when he comes inside.”

Mike doubted it. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” he said to Amber, not wanting to put a damper on her good intentions.

“Not that we’ll ever know for sure.” Amber laughed. Obviously she already had his father’s number.

Edward would never admit to appreciating anything. But Mike had noticed Amber’s caring nature and surely his father would, too.

Together they brought the dishes over to the sink. She quickly rinsed and put them in the dishwasher while he cleaned the table.

When she finished, she leaned against the counter, looking like a woman with something on her mind.

He wasn’t in the mood for deep conversation. He’d had enough of that today.

“Are you upset with me for inviting Clara here?” she asked.

“Am I acting like I’m mad?” he asked.

Because he wasn’t. Surprisingly, he didn’t blame Amber for Clara’s intrusion. After all, Amber had been duped into believing Clara was a stranger.

And Amber had forgiven Clara because, as Amber had so rightly pointed out earlier, she’d done her share of duping.

“No, but I sure stirred things up around here,” Amber said, her eyes growing soft. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were angry.”

“Stirring things up seems to be something you do well.” He couldn’t hold back a grin. “Maybe I’m getting used to it.”

Her eyes lit up in obvious shock and more than a hint of pleasure. “Michael Corwin, are you teasing me?” she asked.

He thought for a minute then said, “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Can I ask what caused the change?”

He shook his head, adamant about not getting into anything that could lead to an argument. “How about you just accept it and enjoy, instead?”

Her lips turned up in a smile. “I can do that.” In one smooth motion, she looped her arms around his neck and placed a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

He liked her like this, compliant and willing, soft and easy in his arms. While he had her, he wasn’t about to let her go. He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, while tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging lightly.

She responded with a sweet moan, arching her back and pressing her chest against his. The softness of her body contrasted with the harder pucker of her nipples beneath her shirt and he could swear steam rose between them.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he suggested, unwilling to wait another minute.

At the sound of Mike’s voice, Amber stepped back and suddenly realized where she was—in Edward Corwin’s kitchen. “The bedroom sounds good,” she murmured.