“You got it.”
Heath approached the window and placed their food order, along with two cups of coffee. When it arrived, he carried it to a picnic table on the pier and sat across from Julia.
Summer in Seattle didn’t officially begin until after the Fourth of July. It continued to get better with every passing day and reached a peak in August and September. Heath loved the Seattle summers. This July evening couldn’t have been any more perfect. The sky was clear, and the stars were just starting to come out as dusk settled over the city. Shadows fell from the skyscrapers. A gentle breeze blew off the cool waters of Puget Sound, and Heath sat with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. How any man could walk away from Julia left him speechless. The woman was the entire package.
They took an Uber back to The Heritage and Heath rode the elevator up with Julia. Being a gentleman, he walked with her to her condo. When she unlocked the door, he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She didn’t look surprised or agitated, and he was grateful. Either he kissed her or he would go insane. He’d been waiting for this moment all night.
“I had a great time,” she said. The light remained off, and moonlight glowed through the window, bathing her in its golden softness. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she looked up at him.
Neither spoke.
Heath placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “I had a great time, too. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I wouldn’t have enjoyed it nearly as much alone. Spending the evening with you made this experience a thousand times better.”
“I agree.” And then, because he couldn’t wait a moment longer, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Julia’s arms circled his middle, and she stood on her tiptoes as her mouth eagerly met his. Heath wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t the shot of electricity that zipped through him like a spike of lightning. He deepened the kiss, and Julia opened to him like a rose in summer.
He didn’t know how long they remained in the small entry with their arms around each other, kissing like love-starved teenagers. Eager now, their kisses were long enough to steal his breath away.
Julia was the one who broke it off, leaning her forehead against his chest. She didn’t say anything, and Heath was afraid if he spoke it would spoil the moment.
“Thank you,” she whispered after several seconds.
He grinned. He should be the one thanking her.
“It’s been a long time since anyone has kissed me like that. Or made me feel beautiful and wanted.”
“Oh Julia, how could anyone not see your beauty?”
She closed her eyes and smiled.
“Remember, I’m cooking dinner tomorrow night.”
“A man with culinary skills. Not turning that down.”
“Good. I’d be disappointed if you did.”
“I can help. We can prepare it together.”
Heath would enjoy nothing better. “Sounds good. I better go.” He said it more for himself than for Julia. If he stayed any longer, he’d end up kissing her again. Stopping was hard enough as it was.
She opened the door and then remained in the doorway as he backed out, wanting to hold on to the image of her as long as possible.
“Good night, Julia.”
“Good night.”
Heath returned to his condo and found he couldn’t keep still. He walked from his home office to the kitchen and then back again. All he could think about was Julia. Her unique taste remained with him and he wanted more. Needed more.
After ten minutes of mindless arguing with himself, he left his condo and rode the elevator down to Julia’s floor. This was crazy. He was acting like a besotted high-schooler. He didn’t care.
After ringing the doorbell, he stepped back and waited.
Julia answered and surprise showed in her eyes. Surprise was followed by a smile as she literally fell into his arms with a small cry of welcome.
Heath kissed her again and again, unable to get his fill of her. Unable to stop.
Pulling away from him, Julia’s hands framed his face as she smiled up at him.
For the longest moment all they did was stare at each other.
“About dinner,” Heath said.
“Yes?”
“It’s most definitely a date.”
Julia smiled and nodded, and then he kissed her again.
Chapter 8
“Hey, Mom,” Carrie shouted as she arrived, bursting through the front door of their home.
“Carrie.” Her mother stuck her head out from the kitchen. “This is a surprise.”