“Yeah,” Jaimie said, sweetly enough to give him a sugar high, “but on second thought, before you call room service, maybe we should see if what just happened was a one-time fluke or the real—”
Zach silenced her with a kiss.
He was still kissing her as he carried her into the
bedroom.
* * * *
Eventually, he phoned room service. By the time they’d showered and wrapped up in terrycloth robes as thick and plush as carpets, a table had been set in the sitting room.
Steaks. Baked potatoes. Everything Jaimie had said she wanted and more.
Zach drew out her chair. She sat down and watched as he opened a bottle of burgundy.
“Wow,” she said.
Wow, indeed.
She’d stayed in luxury suites before. When your father was a general who assuaged his guilt about never being home by flying his daughters to wherever he was stationed during their school vacations, you tended to spend considerable time in five-star accommodations.
Marble bathrooms, sinfully deep tubs, walk-in showers, stunning views and beds that were, indeed, pretty close to the size of football fields were all things she’d experienced.
This was different.
Sharing all those luxuries with your sisters was nothing like sharing them with your lover.
With the man who made you happy. So happy. With a man who had been a stranger she’d fled from weeks ago and now was the man you—the man you—
“Whatever it is you’re thinking,” Zacharias said, as he handed her a glass of wine, “I like the way it makes you look.” He smiled. “Want to share it with me?”
“No,” she said, before she could think.
Zacharias grinned. “That private, huh?”
“That private,” Jaimie said.
And that foolish.
* * * *
She ate every bit of her steak, all of her potato, and somehow managed a bite of chocolate cake.
“No more,” she groaned, when Zacharias pointed innocently to the slab of cheesecake and the bowl of whipped cream.
“Eyes too big for your stomach, huh?”
Jaimie laughed. “One of our housekeepers used to say that.”
“It was my old man’s favorite dinnertime remark.”
“Great minds, and all that.”
“Yeah.”
“What? You don’t think it’s true?”
“The eyes too big part? Sure. The great-minds-think-alike-bit?” He shook his head. “Not very likely.”