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HOME TO WHISKEY CREEK
General Contemporary Romance, Contemporary Romance
Noah Rackham, who rescued Addie earlier in the book from a situation that was directly related to a tragic incident fifteen years before, has shown up at her home. He’s just had a distressing encounter with a friend and, as a result, had a little too much to drink. He suggests that he and Addie act on the attraction they feel for each other—an attraction she’s always felt.
“Sleeping with me won’t solve whatever has you so upset, Noah,” Addie said.
He grinned as he gazed down at the response he’d drawn from her body, which was obvious despite her T-shirt. “But it’ll sure as hell make for a better night than not sleeping with you.” His smile faded as he looked up again. “I can deal with the rest in the morning. I’ll have to, anyway.”
“The rest of what?” she asked. What was wrong with him? Was this about last night? Or about something else?
“Don’t ask. It’ll just ruin...this.” He kissed her again, soft and lingering and wet enough to make her think she’d lose her mind if she continued to resist.
She thought of Gran. She thought of the men who’d attacked her. And she thought of the therapist who’d helped her recover. Dr. Rosenbaum would, no doubt, warn her against this. She’d come so far since the attack, didn’t want to backslide.
But couldn’t this be called progress? She felt so alive, so eager to be physical. With the men who’d come before him, she’d just wanted to pull away.
“Don’t start thinking,” he said.
“Because I don’t want you to say no.”
She chuckled at how straightforward he was. “Let me get some shoes. I’ll walk you home, make sure you don’t fall into a ditch or stumble into the road.”
He gave her a searching look. “You won’t stay the night?”
“I can’t,” she replied.
But once they reached his house, he seemed so disappointed by the idea of being rejected she couldn’t maintain her refusal.
“I don’t have a breathalyzer,” he said as he drew her inside, “so what am I going to have to do? Walk a straight line? Recite the alphabet backward?”
It didn’t say much for her resolve that he didn’t have to do either of those things. All he had to do was kiss her and keep kissing her until they were in his bedroom.