Let Them Talk

“No, I’ve got it now,” Sydney said as she began to untie the sash. The way he looked at her made her feel powerful and sexy. He always made her feel that way. “I walked from the newspaper office, through the town square, and into city hall, and I was very clear that I was here to see you.”

“I noticed you walking through the town square,” he admitted huskily as a ruddy color streaked across his cheekbones. He seemed mesmerized by her hands. “I had really hoped you were coming to see me.”

“What if I hadn’t been?” she asked as she unfastened the row of buttons on her coat.

He swallowed hard. “I would have come looking for you,” Matthew said dazedly as he watched her coat sag open, offering a glimpse of her bare breasts.

Sydney paused playfully and splayed her hands against her coat. “Am I getting this fantasy right?” she teased.

“You are,” he insisted as he stood in front of her, his breathing becoming uneven.

“Really? Are you sure?” Her breath hitched in her throat as she grazed her fingertips along the lapels of the raincoat. “It’s a raincoat instead of a trench coat. It’s red—”

“This fantasy is perfect because you’re in it.”

She pulled the coat open and let it drop to the floor. Sydney stood before him naked. Her skin tingled as Matthew’s gaze lingered on her. Anticipation beat hard against her chest.

“Matthew,” she murmured as she watched the desire flare in his eyes, “maybe you should lock the door.”

He reached for her. “I already did.”