Her sexual frustration grew every time she saw him, kissed him, ran her fingers over his strong shoulders.
Sunbeams of happiness sprang to life inside Sarah that he wanted to take things slow with her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t above trying to speed him up.
She worked a long shift on Thanksgiving, getting home much later than planned. Jude texted to come over to his place when she had showered after her shift.
She wasn’t sure how he’d had time to prepare the scrumptious meal, but was appreciative of the traditional food he served. It had been years since she’d had turkey and dressing on the holidays. She’d gotten her non-existent cooking skills from her mother, unfortunately.
Her mother. She’d called her earlier that day, but had had to leave a message, which hadn’t surprised Sarah. Her mother stayed busy with her women’s home.
“You’re quiet,” Jude accused.
Not wanting to talk about her mother, she said the first thing that popped into her head.
“Everyone at the hospital was talking about the photo of Charles and Grace in the paper. Did you see it?”
Not meeting her gaze, Jude fiddled with his fork and didn’t answer.
“Apparently they’re an item,” she continued. “Did you know?”
“No, neither do I care to talk about it.”
Sara frowned. “Sorry, I didn’t know discussion of family was off limits.”
He sighed. “I’d rather hear about your day.”
“I was telling you about my day, that everyone was talking about how happy Charles looked in that photo. I had to sneak a peek at break and I agree. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
* * *
Why did Sarah want to talk about Charles so much? Not that she knew the reasons why Jude didn’t want to think of his cousin, but she seemed to bring him up way too often.
“That’s good.”
Sarah stared at him, an odd expression on her face. “You don’t sound as if it’s good.”
He shrugged and picked up his plate. “My cousin was seen with a woman. I’m not sure how that warrants his being the topic of our Thanksgiving dinner conversation.”
“It’s obvious you haven’t seen the photo.”
Neither did he want to.
“Are you going Black Friday shopping tomorrow?” he asked, to change the subject away from Charles.
“You couldn’t pay me to fight those crowds.”
“You’ll be home tomorrow?”
She nodded. “I plan to sit home all day, catch up on my favorite shows, and veg out.”
“Sounds like a relaxing way to spend a day.”
“Want to join me?” She gave him a hopeful look. “There’s room for two on my sofa.”
He’d promised to help Roger move furniture. His friend had said they could do that anytime over the weekend, but they’d agreed on the following day.
“How about I take you to dinner tomorrow evening?”
“I’d like that.” She didn’t hesitate to agree.