Holly couldn’t sleep, so she took a shower and climbed back into bed. The phone rang just as she changed channels on the television. She answered. “Karen. I told you I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Everything?” Drake asked, his voice sounding sexy sleepy. “I hope not everything.”
Holly closed her eyes, mortified. “Of course not.” She paused. “I didn’t expect your call so soon.”
“I can call you later if you like.”
“No. Now is fine,” she said. Now was actually perfect.
He laughed, and the sound warmed her insides. “So what are you doing right now?”
“Talking to you.” Why was she smiling like a love-crazed teenager? She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t feel something for someone she’d just met. This was not like her. Nor was having sex on an island with a man she didn’t know without protection. This would never work out. It had heartache written all over it.
“When can I see you again?”
Damn her heart. She wanted to see him, too. She had a wonderful time with him. The best time in a very long time. And how could she not trust him after he’d found and then given her diamond back. If a man was after her money, he could have easily kept the diamond and she wouldn’t have known the difference.
“I said soon.” She smiled.
“You don’t give up, do you?”
She blew out a breath. “Hold on a sec.” She dropped the phone on the bed, stood, and bounced on the mattress like a ten-year-old, mouthing Yes! Yes! Yes! She calmly sat down and picked up the phone.
“Um. Saturday looks open.”
“I can’t Saturday,” he said.
Her heart stopped for a second. “Oh.” She really wanted to see him. She hadn’t realized how much until he said he couldn’t see her on Saturday. “I don’t know. Let me look…”
He cut her off. “What about now?”
She froze. “Now? Right now?”
“That’s what I hoped you’d say. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Wait.” The phone went dead. “You need my address,” she said to no one.
She put the phone down, and it rang again. “Hello.”
“I need directions.”
She smiled, gave him directions, hung up the phone, and jumped out the bed. “What the hell just happened? You’re nuts, Holly.” She turned her straightener on, threw on a little powder and mascara, fixed the front of her hair, and twisted up the rest with a ponytail holder. Her mouth was full of toothpaste when the doorbell rang. She spit then pressed a button on the intercom system. “I’m coming.”
Holly threw on cotton shorts and a comfy T-shirt, then ran down the stairs. She swung the front door open and stared. Drake stood in front of her, sporting a leather motorcycle jacket, ripped jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. His black half-helmet hung in his hand. She peered around him. “You rode a bike? I didn’t hear you pull up.”
“Bev’s pretty sneaky.” He nodded toward his Harley.
She gestured for him to come in. “You named your Harley Bev?”
“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” He placed his helmet near the door on a chair.
She shrugged and said, “I haven’t known anyone who owned a Harley.”
Drake took a step toward her. His fingers pushed a few loose hairs behind her ear, and she shivered beneath his magical touch. “Well, now you do.”
Her insides quivered. She wished he’d kiss her right now. The suspense was killing her. She inched forward and placed her hand on his waist. They studied each other for a short moment. His gaze swept down over her. She felt more comfortable, more alive with him than anything.
He raised her chin with his finger and lowered his mouth to hers.