A look I wanted to see while I was buried inside her tight heat.
She didn’t even realize her beauty, did she? Memphis was a sweet temptation and a sinful craving.
Drake kicked in his chair, letting out a happy squeal. I dropped my gaze to my bowl, focusing on the meal instead of his mother.
“This is delicious,” she said.
“It’s fairly simple.”
“Maybe for you.”
“Do you cook much?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. My parents had a chef growing up. And I ate out a lot in the city.”
“Want me to teach you how to cook?”
“Maybe.” Another smile. Another victory.
Drake made another string of noises, keeping us both entertained as we ate.
“I guess he didn’t have much of a nap at daycare today.”
Memphis pinched his shoe-covered foot. “Maybe he’ll actually sleep all night.”
“Maybe.” I hated that I hoped he didn’t.
“I wanted to tell you that I think I found a new rental.”
The fork dropped from my hand, clattering into my empty bowl. “What? Where?”
When Eloise had asked me to give Memphis the loft, she’d said Memphis would likely be out by winter. Well, winter was just around the corner, and the idea of her moving made my stomach twist.
It was too soon, right? She’d just moved here. They were just getting settled into a routine. What was the goddamn rush?
“It’s not far from the hotel, actually.” She rattled off the address and my heart climbed down from my throat.
“You can’t live there.”
Her forehead furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because I know which place you’re talking about. A light-blue duplex, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I almost moved in there when I came back to Quincy. It has a pretty high turnover because it’s right by Willie’s.”
“What’s Willie’s?”
“A bar and the local hangout. It’ll be loud.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “I was just there and it was quiet.”
“It’s a Monday. Drive by on Friday or Saturday night.”
“Dang.” She sighed. “Well, I promise I’m looking.”
“Don’t worry about it. You can stay here as long as you need.”
In the weeks she’d been here, I’d grown attached to her car in the driveway. I’d gotten used to looking for her light in the mornings. And I liked knowing she was asleep, close by, when I came home each night.
“This was a temporary arrangement,” she said.
“Do you want to leave?” I held my breath, waiting for the answer.
“No.”
Thank fuck. “Stay. You don’t need to move out.”
“Are you sure?”
I shrugged. “It will be a lot easier to teach you how to cook if you’re my neighbor.”
She smiled again and stood, collecting our empty dishes.
“I’ll clean up.”
“You’ve been cleaning all day.”
“I don’t mind.” She moved around the kitchen easily.
I stared unabashedly.
I didn’t like having people in my kitchen. Even Mom and Lyla knew not to intrude when they came over. For Memphis, I’d make an exception.
“I’d better get Drake home and in the bath,” she said as she hung a dish towel on the oven’s handle.
“I’ll carry him up.”
She didn’t argue as I hoisted Drake with one arm, using my free hand to take the car seat while Memphis hauled her purse and the diapers to the loft. When her things were put away and Drake was lying on a blanket, she walked me to the door. “Thanks again for dinner.”
“Welcome.” The lock of hair, the same one I’d tucked behind her ear the other night, fell across her forehead.
My fingertips smoothed it away, earning a hitch in her breath. Her gaze dropped to my mouth.
I inched closer, until the curve of her pert breasts brushed against my T-shirt.
She rose up on her toes, her hand lifting to my pec. Her palm pressed into my hard nipple.
I was leaning down, ready to take that mouth and make it mine, when Drake cooed.
My entire body tensed before I took a step away. Damn.
The pretty pink blush on Memphis’s cheeks matched the color of her lips. “I gotta go.”
“Yeah.” She shied away. “I’d, um . . . better get him ready for bed.”
“Night.” I forced myself out the door and to my house for a cold shower. Then I spent the rest of the night reading—or