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Chapter Seven

S
ara Beth had occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a lot of money. Not that she felt she lacked anything, but how having a lot of money could affect someone’s life.

Now she knew. Or to a degree, anyway.

Having money meant being allowed to buy floor models and have them delivered the same day instead of waiting weeks or months. It meant the owner waited on you personally. It also meant having a credit card with a large enough balance to charge just about anything, including a loft’s worth of furniture.

Sara Beth had bought a piece at a time for her apartment over a couple of years, not wanting to get into debt, and often picking up secondhand pieces she
would refinish or repurpose in labor-intensive, satisfying projects.

“Have you ever painted a room?” she asked Ted as they waited in the owner’s office at Caro Miro’s Design Studio, a high-end, contemporary furniture store—the sixth store they’d visited, and the most successful shopping they’d done. Caro was off arranging the delivery of a sofa, two side chairs, a dining room table and chairs, a sleek dresser to fit in his walk-in closet and a king-size bed frame and headboard. There was more to buy—tables, lamps, more chairs, a bedspread—but not today.

Ted stopped thumbing through a furniture catalog to look at Sara Beth, her out-of-the-blue question getting his full attention. “Painted a room? No. Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Have
you?

“Lots. I don’t like to paint walls or ceilings, but I don’t mind doing the trim. You probably wouldn’t even need a ladder.” She sighed. Being tall had its advantages. “I’m thinking you should repaint the bedroom part of your loft a deep, warm brown. Are you up to it?”

“I believe in letting the experts do the jobs they’ve trained for.”

She grinned. “I’ll bet your father said that to you while you were growing up.”

He cocked his head thoughtfully. “It does sound like him.”

“So, you’ll give it a shot?”

“Would you ask a painter to dissect a frog?”

She laughed. “When’s the last time you dissected a frog?”

“In high school biology class.” His eyes lit with humor. “If you think the walls should be painted, I’ll have it done. As long as you choose the color.”

“What do I get in return? I mean, I’m suffering for my generosity already.”

“In what way?”

“My feet hurt. My back aches. And I’m hungry!” Before he got all serious or feeling guilty on her, she added, “But today was a whole lot of fun. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

“We didn’t always agree.”

“Isn’t that great?”

“You’re strange.” He softened the statement with a crooked smile.

She felt highly complimented. All her life, she’d been the least strange person ever. People could count on her to be unbiased, easygoing, and noncombative. If Ted saw her as something more lively—like strange—she was glad. She really was having an adventure. “Thank you.”

He looked doubtful but said nothing because the owner/designer returned to the office.

“You’re all set,” Caro Miro said. She was a tall woman in her late thirties, wearing a vibrant blue outfit that hugged well-toned curves. Her catlike eyes zeroed in on Ted. “You’ll have delivery by six o’clock.”

“I appreciate it.”

Sara Beth watched the interaction between the two. She’d come to realize that Ted had no idea how attrac
tive he was. He never noticed when women stared, or flirted, which this one was doing, and he was missing all the signals.

“I thought I’d come with the delivery people to see your loft,” Caro said, handing a credit card receipt to him to sign. “Then I would be able to make recommendations for the other pieces you’re looking for.”

Ted looked at Sara Beth then. “That won’t be necessary. We seem to make a good team. But I do appreciate all the time you gave us today, and the quick delivery.”

Sara Beth’s heart did a little leap first, then she tried hard not to smirk at the much-sexier woman. Caro might be a few years older than Ted, but Sara Beth didn’t think that would’ve stopped him from responding to her obvious flirtation if he’d been interested.

Which he wasn’t—because he and Sara Beth made a good team. It wasn’t her imagination or wishful thinking. He’d said so.

He started to sign, then stopped. “There’s an error.”

Caro used the opportunity to bend close to him. “Where?”

“You undercharged me by six dollars.”

She pressed a hand to her chest and smiled. “Oh, for goodness’ sake. It’s not worth running it again. Consider it a thank-you.”

Ted signed the slip, pulled out his wallet, drew out six dollars and handed it to her as he stood. “There.”

Caro looked surprised. Sara Beth wasn’t the least bit.

“Do you like Thai food?” he asked Sara Beth as they left the shop.

“Love it.”

He pushed a speed-dial button on his cell phone and called in an order, requesting several dishes. She wondered how often he ordered in.

“At least I can take care of your hunger problem,” he said, ending the call.

“Thanks.” Darn. No back rub or foot massage.

When they reached the loft, Sara Beth pulled her “Ted” folder from her purse and set it on his breakfast bar as he headed to his bedroom to check his answering machine. She would’ve gladly flopped onto a sofa, if he’d had one.

“If you need to put your feet up,” he called from the bedroom area, “feel free to use my bed.”

Sara Beth froze in place, tempted. Too tempted. “I’m okay, thanks,” she called back before she changed her mind. “Do you have any soda?”

“Maybe. Check out the refrigerator. Make yourself at home.”

His refrigerator held several containers of take-out cartons and boxes, some orange juice, assorted condiments, three Cokes and two dozen eggs. “You’ve got Cokes. Do you want one?” she called.

“Sure,” he said from right behind her.

She jumped. He’d come up while she’d been bent over staring at the contents. He set his hands on her waist and held her so that she wouldn’t crash into him, but in doing so, her rear pressed against his pelvis.

She laughed as she stepped away, the sound shaky, then passed him a can.

“Let’s sit down,” he said. “The delivery people won’t be here for a while.” He guided her toward the canvas camp chair with built-in cup holders by the front window, made her sit there, then he sat on the floor, setting his can on the upturned cardboard box. He reached for her feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked, although pretty sure what his answer would be.

“Taking care of your second problem.”

She was glad she’d decided to wear cute socks, the ones with the dancing polar bears, but she couldn’t relax. What if he intended to massage her back, too? She would have to turn him down. She didn’t want to, but she definitely had to.

Oh, but his hands felt good, his fingers strong, his thumbs finding the sore spots and releasing them with pressure. At work she was on her feet all day, but she always wore comfortable, cushioned shoes, instead of hard-soled ankle boots.

Sara Beth shut her eyes and swallowed the groans that threatened to escape her throat.
Pretend he’s a doctor performing a treatment
….

Nope. That didn’t work. He wasn’t
her
doctor.

She opened her eyes a tiny bit, saw a peaceful expression on his face, as if he was enjoying himself, too. She wanted to run her hands through his long, wavy, soft-looking hair, then when he looked up at her, kiss him….

Dr. Ted Bonner fascinated her. When he set his mind to do something, he did it all the way, giving his complete attention. In bed, would he—

A buzzer rang, disrupting her escalating fantasy.

“Too soon for the food. Must be the furniture delivery. They’re early,” he said, hesitating for a moment, then standing and moving to look at a closed-circuit screen. He stepped into the elevator. “I’m sorry to cut the foot rub short.”

Me, too. More than you’ll ever know
. She grabbed her soda, trying to look casual. Which worked until Caro came out of the elevator with Ted, talking animatedly, flirting outrageously. The woman didn’t even have the sense to dial down the flirt volume when she saw Sara Beth.

“I was just explaining to Ted,” she said, as he sent the elevator back down, “that he might not be happy with the rug you chose for the living area, so I brought a few more to look at, just in case.”

“How thoughtful,” Sara Beth said, keeping the sarcasm to a minimum.

“What a great space,” Caro exclaimed. “You’re going to need a lot more furniture, though, don’t you think?”

“For now I’m going to live with what I got today,” Ted said, “then decide what else I need.”

Sara Beth was trying to get a handle on whether Caro was more interested in making sales or making Ted.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Caro moved to the window. “You have a fabulous view.”

Ted winked at Sara Beth. She decided he’d figured out Caro just fine, was not as oblivious as he seemed.

When the elevator door opened, two burly men emerged then unloaded six large area rugs. The next hour was spent laying out each rug, rearranging the furniture
each time. Their Thai food was delivered, Sara Beth’s stomach growling as it sat on the counter, calling her name.

Finally they settled on the rug they’d originally chosen, the furniture was put in place, and his bed set up. Caro lingered, offering advice on what else he should consider. Ted committed to nothing, and finally got her out the door.

“I don’t suppose you have place mats,” Sara Beth said as she began heating up the food in the microwave.

He gave her a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look.

“Paper towels?”

“I’ll get them. You must be starving.”

“I could eat the paper towels, I think.”

He laughed. “She’s quite a pitch woman, isn’t she?”

Sara Beth shrugged.

“I know you have an opinion,” he said.

“She’s good at her job.”

“Not really.” He grabbed two plates and some silverware and set everything on the new dining room table.

“You bought a whole lot of stuff from her.”

“I would’ve bought more if she hadn’t been so pushy. Which means,” he added, catching Sara Beth’s gaze, “more shopping at different places to finish up.”

So, he wasn’t a pushover, wasn’t just making choices to get the decorating over with. Good. “I’m available next Saturday.”

“Thanks.” He laid a hand over hers as she set a carton on the dining room table. “For today. For helping at the institute. For bringing a little fun into my life.”

She swallowed. “Ditto.”

“Ditto,” he repeated, grinning, shaking his head. “Okay. You’re welcome.”

By the time they were done eating, hung a few pieces of art and made a list of everything else they thought he might need to buy, Sara Beth almost fell asleep standing up next to his bed, which they’d just made up. It was finally off the floor.

“So, you’re not hungry anymore, I imagine,” he said.

“Definitely not.”

“And your feet feel okay?”

She wriggled her toes. “Fine.”

“Which leaves your aching back.”

Panic had her pulse thrumming in a hurry. “I’m rested. I feel good.”

“You just spent a couple of hours climbing up and down ladders, and holding large pieces of art over your head.” His smile was a slow burn, as if he knew how attracted she was—and how scared to give in to it.

Unless she was truly under the power of wishful thinking, he’d been testing the waters with her all day, making flattering comments, giving her the eye, smiling in that way that showed interest beyond coworker or friend, no matter what they labeled their relationship.

She waited for him to make it clear what he was after, but he didn’t say or do anything. She decided to retreat, to think the situation over. “I should get home,” she said, sidling around him to return to the living room.

“So soon?”

Sara Beth laughed. They’d spent twelve hours together.

She stuffed her notebook in her purse. He swiped his
keys from the counter, then stopped and looked around at the partially furnished living/dining room. “Already a big improvement,” he said, eyeing the dark brown leather sofa and side chairs, the modern dining table and sleek nickel-and-leather chairs, and the red-and-brown area rug.

She nodded. “I have to admit I was feeling pretty cocky when you decided you liked the rug we picked out at the store best, instead of any of the others that Caro brought.”

“When I make up my mind, I rarely change it.”

“Even about decorating your place, apparently, which was way out of your comfort zone.”

“I had great help.” He tossed his keys lightly. “I may not have vision, but I know what I like.”

“What do you suppose your parents will think?”

“It will only matter that it’s done. And that my grandmother Holly’s portrait of my mom as a little girl is up in a prominent place.”

They took the elevator down and got in the car. “Want to stop someplace for dessert?” he asked, putting the car in gear.

“I couldn’t eat another bite.”

They drove in silence. She wished she knew if he was thinking about his new decor, her or his work. Most likely, work.

“Look at that,” he said as they neared her house. “Parking right out front.” He parallel parked, shut the engine off and opened his door.

By the time she got out, he was there, extending a hand, which she took reluctantly. “You don’t have to walk me to my door. It’s not like this was a date.”

“Humor me.” He let go of her hand.

They moved up the short walkway, climbed the stairs. She put her key in the door then turned to him. “I’ll see you Monday morning.”

He reached around her, turned the key and opened the door, then gestured for her to precede him up the second set of stairs to her apartment. She wouldn’t invite him in. She absolutely would not, even though she had cookies and cocoa, the perfect ending to the day. She made herself stand in the open doorway.

“Good night, Ted.”

She thought he was going to kiss her, but he wrapped his arms around her in an all-encompassing hug. She felt enveloped…and safe. His body felt familiar, when it shouldn’t. She curved her arms up his back, pulling herself closer, feeling him from sturdy chest to hard thighs. He wrapped one arm around her midback, one a little lower, his fingertips resting on the upper curve of her rear. Her nipples hardened, wanting his touch, wishing he would pull her even closer. She barely resisted pressing her lips to his neck.

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