He chuckled. “There’s that.”

Her mood shifted abruptly. “I didn’t mean it wasn’t hard for you to do. The decision you made. I know how difficult it must have been. I didn’t mean to imply it was easier for you than—”

“I know,” he assured her. “Kelly, I know what you meant. It was hard. But this is the first time in a really long time when I’ve been absolutely sure that it was the right thing to do. I feel…I don’t know…almost free.”

She pressed a soft kiss against his jaw. Then she readjusted in a way that made it clear she was ready to go to sleep.

He was too.

And a vague thought came to him then, holding Kelly in the dark, that pretty soon he wouldn’t have to wake up with endless emails waiting for him to answer.

He smiled in the dark. That would be a very good morning.

Epilogue

Six months later, Kelly finished up with her client at about four on a Saturday afternoon. She hadn’t wanted to meet with the client on the weekend, but it was the only time the woman could make it work. Kelly had met with her for almost two hours, and now she was ready to get home to Caleb.

Both of them had been busy all week, and it felt like she hadn’t really seen him since last weekend.

A couple of months ago he’d given up his apartment downtown, and she’d moved into his big house outside of the city, so she had almost a full hour’s drive to get home. When she got there, she found Breah polishing the railings of the main staircase.

“That looks beautiful,” she said, admiring the way the old wood shone.

Breah smiled, evidently pleased by the compliment. “There’s some life in this old house yet.” Then her expression changed. “He’s in his office.”

Kelly frowned. “What? I thought he wasn’t going to work today.”

Breah appeared as displeased as Kelly was. “He’s been in there since you left.”

With a sigh, Kelly gave Breah an understanding smile and then headed back to the office. She should have known Caleb couldn’t stay away from work for an entire weekend.

Three months ago he’d run into a former business acquaintance who was some kind of technological genius. It hadn’t taken Caleb long to woo the man away from his current employer and partner with him in a new medical technology company.

The project had consumed him since then. Kelly had been very happy that Caleb had found something to pour his intelligence, energy, and ambition into, since he’d been kind of aimless and restless since his resignation. But he was a workaholic by nature, and the last few months had reminded her of this fact.

She found him at his desk, typing up something that looked like an email.

“Hey,” she said sharply after poking her head into the room.

He didn’t look away from his computer monitor. “Hi. You back?” He sounded distracted, exactly as she’d expected.

“So much for taking the day off.”

“Just catching up on some stuff while you were gone.”

“Well, I’m back now.”

“Give me a minute to finish up.”

He still hadn’t looked away from the screen.

She sighed, half in frustration and half in resignation. “I’ll be by the pool. I have a new bikini, in case you’re interested.”

He was still typing like crazy. “Nice.”

She turned to walk out, shaking her head, but then she said over her shoulder, “There was a time when the promise of me in a new bikini would have immediately roused the beast in you. Whatever happened to him?”

Caleb gave a wordless grunt as a response.

She pitched her voice as a lilting taunt. “I guess he’s too old to be roused.”

She left when he didn’t respond. She wasn’t even sure he’d heard her, but she thought he probably had. She knew him really well by now. No matter how consumed he was by work, there was no way he could resist a challenge like that.

She went to change into the swimsuit she’d bought earlier in the week to celebrate the arrival of warm weather—a dark red bikini that left little to the imagination—and she went to lie out by the pool, figuring she’d be seeing Caleb pretty quickly.

She was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin when she heard the gate to the pool area open about ten minutes later. She managed to hide a smile as she opened her eyes behind her sunglasses and saw Caleb approaching.

He’d changed into a suit too, and he was smiling at her with a familiar heat that looked almost predatory.

But she was annoyed with him for working when he wasn’t supposed to, so she kept her body still, rather than showing the sudden surge of feeling she felt at his presence.

“I approve of the bikini,” he murmured, his voice slightly thick as his eyes crawled up and down her outstretched body.

She stretched and let out a long sigh, as if she were too sleepy to focus on conversation. “I’m glad.”

Then she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She felt him watching her for a minute, and she could almost hear his mind working, figuring things out—what she was thinking, how he should respond, what he should do to address her annoyance.

When she could hear him moving around, she peeked out of her mostly closed eyelids to see that he was leaning over the chaise beside her, stretching out his back.

No wonder. He’d probably been sitting in that desk chair since she’d left the house hours ago.

Her eyes lingered on his lean body—his long legs, firm thighs, strong arms, impressive shoulders. The rippling muscles in his back. He had a really good body for a man his age. Her appreciation for his body was inevitably mingled with everything else she knew about him. His relentless will, the dark shadows in his soul, the power and intelligence and humor, the tenderness at the heart of him that he’d only recently allowed to come out.

She loved all of it. All of him. Body and mind and heart. Even when he was being annoying.

She felt herself melting as she watched, and she was about to drag him down on top of her when she noticed that his motion as he stretched gradually became slower, more intentional.

It was strange. Not at all like he normally moved. Her eyes lingered on his tight ass. It was almost like he was…

She suddenly knew what he was doing. She could even see the corner of his mouth twitch up in suppressed humor before he managed to hide it. She almost laughed out loud at the revelation, filled with amusement and appreciation and affection.

“That doesn’t work on women,” she said instead, struggling to hide the laughter bubbling up inside her.

He turned to meet her eyes with a bland expression. “What doesn’t?”

His tone was perfectly convincing. He’d always been a good liar. Just as good as she was. But she knew him better than anyone else. “Luring me out of my perfectly justified mood with your body. As fine as it is, that doesn’t work on women. We don’t have dicks to be led around by.”

He stopped trying to hide his smile as he stretched out on the chaise beside her. “Oh well,” he said, grinning at her. “It was worth a try.”

She couldn’t resist his grin—or anything else about him—so she got up and lowered herself on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs and leaning down to kiss him.

He returned to the kiss slowly, deeply, but he was still smiling when she finally pulled away. “I guess it did work,” he said, looking quite pleased with himself.

“No, it didn’t. I wasn’t that annoyed by you working when you weren’t supposed to. Appealing to my libido will only get you so far.”

He took her head in both his hands and pulled her down into another soft kiss, this one almost gentle. “I wasn’t appealing to your libido. I was appealing to your heart.”