Georgia On My Mind Page 3

  Sprawled out on the wicker sofa, Nathan was sound asleep.

  Chapter 3

  Slack with sleep, his face was even more handsome than when he was awake. “Nathan,” she whispered, not wanting to startle him. “Nathan.”

  He turned away from her into the back of the sofa.

  Georgie reached out to shake his shoulder but pulled her hand back at the last minute. Waking him up meant touching him, and she wasn’t sure she was prepared to do that. Oh, stop being such a nitwit! Just wake him up! This time when she reached out, her damp palm landed on his shoulder, and she gave a gentle shake.

  He startled and looked up at her for a second before his face softened into a grin that made her mouth go dry and her heart beat fast. “Ready?”

  She nodded.

  Standing up, he stretched and ran his fingers through his hair. “Just what the doctor ordered,” he declared, sending his eyes on a lazy journey from her feet to her face. “Very nice.”

  Flustered, she mumbled, “Thank you.”

  “Where would you like to go?”

  “Wherever you want. I’ve been away for a long time. I have no idea what’s even here anymore.”

  He gestured for her to lead the way down the stairs. “Away where?”

  “Atlanta.” His nearness made it hard for her to form a coherent thought, let alone talk. She couldn’t believe she was on her way out to dinner with oh-so-hot Jogger Guy. Nathan, she reminded herself. Stop thinking of him as Jogger Guy before you make the mistake of calling him that! “I’ve lived there for twelve years.”

  “What took you there?” he asked as they strolled down Dean Avenue toward Lower Thames.

  “My mother and her family are from there.”

  “Which is why she named you Georgia.”

  “Yep.”

  “I like it. It suits you.”

  “I used to hate it, but I’ve gotten used to it.”

  “How did your family end up here?”

  “My dad was in the navy. They were stationed here and stayed when he retired. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother in Georgia growing up and loved it there, so I went to the University of Georgia and stayed after.”

  “Are you going to make me pull the rest out of you?” he asked with a teasing smile.

  She glanced over at him. “The rest of what?”

  “Your deal. What kept you in Atlanta? What brought you home again? What’re you doing working at the senior center? Come on, give it up.”

  “I stayed in Atlanta after college because I got a great job at Davidson’s, which is a high-end department store company in the South. I majored in fashion merchandising, and I oversee product placement and displays in four of their Georgia stores.”

  “Wait. I’m confused. Oversee, present tense. If that’s the case, what were you doing at the center today?”

  “I’m doing a favor for my mother.” She decided not to tell him the full story. For one night, she’d like to forget about her mother’s death and the mess her well-ordered life had become in the last few months. “It’s temporary.”

  “Oh. That’s disappointing.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it sounds like you’ll be going back to Atlanta at some point.”

  “Hopefully soon. My whole life is there.”

  “Disappointing.”

  They walked down Dean Avenue in quiet until he stopped at the intersection with Lower Thames. “Is this okay?”

  She looked up to see they were standing in front of Scales and Shells. “My mother loves this place,” she said, saddened to realize she had once again used the present tense.

  “It’s one of my favorites. Never been?”

  “Not in years.”

  “It’s all seafood. Is that okay?”

  “Fine by me.”

  “Well, then.” With a flourish, he opened the door and held it for her.

  “Detective!” The exotic, dark-haired hostess greeted Nathan with a saucy smile and a kiss to his cheek that made Georgie wonder if they had a history. “How nice of you to drop by. We thought you’d forgotten about us.”

  “Never. Patty, this is Georgie.” He glanced at Georgie with an odd expression. “This is embarrassing. We haven’t gotten around to last names yet.”

  As Patty chuckled, Georgie felt her cheeks grow warm. “Georgie Quinn,” she said, reaching out to shake hands with Patty.

  “Nice to meet you. I’ve got a table right over here.”

  With Nathan’s hand burning a hole in her lower back, Georgie followed Patty to a corner table.

  “Georgie hasn’t been here in a long time,” Nathan said. “Can you refresh her memory on how things work around here?”

  “I’d love to. All our seafood was brought in today, and in most cases we can tell you who caught your fish or lobster. Feel free to approach the grill,” she said, gesturing to the open kitchen, “with any questions you have for the chef.”

  “Thanks, Patty,” Nathan said.

  “Sure thing. Cindy will be your server, and she’ll be right over.”

  “Georgie Quinn,” Nathan said when they were alone. “I like that.”

  She pretended to peruse the menu but was completely aware of him—his nearness, his clean, masculine scent, the rumble of his throat clearing, the play of his long, tanned fingers over the menu. She licked her lips and swallowed as a flush of heat traveled through her. Never before had she had such a strong reaction to a man, especially when he was doing nothing more than studying a menu.

  “What looks good to you?” he asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

  You. “Everything. What do you recommend?”

  “I love the calamari appetizer, and I always get the mussels marinara.” With a sheepish grin, he added, “I’m in a rut.”

  She smiled and closed her menu. “Sounds good to me. Make it two—of the mussels, that is.”

  “Do that again.”

  “What?”

  “Smile.”

  Unnerved by the intense gaze he directed her way, Georgie stared back at him.

  “Come on,” he cajoled. “One quick smile.”

  Hesitantly, she did her best to comply.

  “You have dimples!”

  “If you say they’re cute, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me?”

  His deep, rich laugh engaged his entire face. “Duly noted. But they are adorable.”

  “That’s perilously close to cute,” she said with what she hoped was a menacing scowl. Apparently, she failed, because he only laughed harder. Something inside her shifted as she watched him, and the uneasy realization that this guy could be big, big trouble settled in her gut.

  Chemistry. Was there any other word for the energy sizzling between them? Georgie thought she’d had it with Doug, but it had only taken an hour with Nathan to show her she had been mistaken. This was chemistry, and it took all her willpower not to reach out and touch him.

  As he dove into the calamari, he entertained her with stories about growing up as the youngest of the six Caldwell brothers. To hear him tell it, he was the only one with a lick of common sense. The others were all artistic—one was a writer, two were artists, another a musician and single father, and the other an architect.

  “And then there’s me. The cop who cleans up all their messes.”

  “Where do they live?”

  “Unfortunately, right here in town,” he said, but his grin told the real story. Clearly, he adored them. “I’m forever getting sucked into their crap.” He speared a loop of calamari and a hot pepper ring, dipped it in the marinara, and offered it to her. “Try this.”

  “I’ve never been able to bring myself to eat that,” she said, curling up her nose with distaste.

  “Come on.”

  He was so convincing that Georgie leaned forward to let him feed her the bite. Her taste buds exploded in response to the tangy flavor, and she couldn’t keep the verdict off her face.

  “You gotta love the squid,” he said with a chuckle.
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  Georgie coughed and reached for her glass of chardonnay. “You had to say it, didn’t you?”

  “You liked it. There’s plenty. Dig in.”

  She held up her hand to say no thank you. “So how did the baby of your family end up taking care of everyone?”

  “A very good question and one I’ve never been able to answer. It seems like they’ve been relying on me since I was old enough to walk.” He shrugged. “Just the way it is.”

  “What about your parents?”

  “They told my brothers it was time for them to be independent and moved to Florida about five years ago. Can’t say I blame them.”

  “So now it all falls to you.”

  He flashed a “what’re you gonna do?” grin and shrugged. “They say you can pick your friends but not your relatives.”

  Thinking of her father’s mysterious disappearance at the worst possible time, Georgie smiled in agreement.

  “Mmm, I sure do love those dimples. You really should show them off more often.” He made a solemn face. “You’re very serious most of the time.”

  Surprised by his astute assessment, Georgie cleared her throat. “Just lately. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

  “Anything you want to talk about?”

  She was both touched that he had asked and tempted, so tempted, to pour out the whole story to this man who was accustomed to fixing messes. “I’m enjoying the break from it all, to be honest.”

  He raised his wineglass in toast to her. “In that case, here’s to you and your night away.”

  Georgie touched her glass to his. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. Entirely mine.”

  Oh no, not entirely. Some of it is definitely mine.

  Nathan tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow as they left the restaurant.

  Georgie was so affected by him she could have melted into him right there on the sidewalk. To take her mind off her rampaging hormones, she forced herself to make conversation. “I’m so full I could burst. Thank you again for dinner.”

  “Thank you for forgiving me and coming with me.”

  “So what do you do for fun when you’re not keeping the streets safe or taking care of your brothers?”

  “I buy and sell houses after I renovate them.”

  “And when exactly do you sleep?”

  He laughed. “Fortunately, I don’t need much. Want to take a walk and see my latest project?”

  Raising a skeptical eyebrow, she asked, “Is that another way of asking me to come see your etchings?”

  “Why, Georgie Quinn, you’re funny.” Stopping, he turned to her and reached for her hand. His hand was calloused but not rough. “Do you think maybe we could just get this out of the way so I can stop thinking about it?”

  “What?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat when she looked up to find his eyes trained on her.

  “The good-night kiss.” Without giving her time to process what he had said, he cupped her cheek, leaned in, and slid his lips over hers.

  Georgie’s heart pounded so hard she could hear the roar of it echoing in her ears. Her free hand landed on his chest as he tipped his head and delved deeper, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. His taste was an intoxicating mix of wine and spice, and the moan that escaped from her seemed to infuse him with enthusiasm.

  Maneuvering them into a doorway, he pressed her back against the wall and devoured her with just the firm pressure of his open mouth against hers, their world reduced to that quiet, dark alcove off the busy street.

  Just for tonight, one night away from it all. She reached up to curl a hand around his neck and leaned into the most carnal kiss of her life. Oh my God, I’m kissing Jogger Guy, and oh he kisses like a dream—a dirty, sexy, erotic dream.

  Encouraged by her responsiveness, he finally dipped his tongue into her mouth and tightened his arm around her waist.

  Georgie clutched his other hand as her tongue dueled with his. More. She silently pleaded with him for relief from the aching, burning need that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

  The blast of a car horn startled them. He tore his lips free of hers and kissed a path to her neck. “Why, Georgie Quinn,” he whispered. “I like the way you kiss.” He dragged his tongue along her jaw. “And the way you taste.” With his erection snug against her belly, his hand coasted up over her ribs to cup her breast. “And the way you feel. I really like that.”

  As her nipple tightened under his thumb, Georgie summoned some control. Shouldn’t she at least pretend to protest? But all she could seem to say was, “Nathan.”

  “Yes?”

  She tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. “We should stop this.”

  He nibbled on her earlobe and sent a shudder straight through her. “Why?”

  “I don’t do this kind of thing.” Kissing in public on a first date, restraining the urge to tear off his clothes to get to the good stuff, again on a first date.

  “You should.” Continuing to lavish her ear with attention, he added, “You’re good at it.”

  With a firm hand to his chest, she made one last attempt to rein in a situation that was spiraling into something she wasn’t ready for. “Please.”

  As if she had thrown cold water in his face, he stopped and pulled back from her. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I was right there with you the whole way.”

  He rewarded her with one of those grins that made his eyes crinkle and sparkle with mirth. “Take a walk with me?” Holding out his hand, he used those irresistible eyes to implore her.

  She laced her fingers through his. “Since we’ve gotten the good-night kiss out of the way, there shouldn’t be anything else to worry about, right?”

  “Absolutely,” he said in a light, breezy tone that told her she had everything in the world to be worried about.

  “Oh, Nathan, this is beautiful!” she said of the shining hardwood floors, newly restored wood moldings, fresh paint in a dark tan she would have chosen herself, and elegant wall sconces. “You did all this?”

  “I’ve been chipping away at it for the last year or so. It’s taking longer than usual because it needed everything.”

  “This room is gorgeous.”

  “I have ‘before’ pictures upstairs. You won’t believe the difference. Someone covered this floor with the most hideous carpet I’ve ever seen. Tearing it up and discovering this wood underneath it was like finding a million bucks.”

  His passion for restoration was evident in the way his eyes lit up as he described the work he had done.

  “Why anyone would want to cover this is beyond me.” Georgie squatted to run her hand over the glossy wood. She looked up to find him staring down at her with fire in his eyes and his jaw set with tension. “What?”

  “That’s very sexy.”

  “What is?”

  “Watching you caress my wood floor.”

  “Been a while for you, has it?”

  He laughed and held out a hand to help her up. “Come see the rest.”

  On the way up a steep flight of stairs, she noticed the kitchen had been taken down to studs. To the right of the stairs on the second floor was a large, fully renovated bedroom with a rumpled queen-size bed, a dresser, and bedside tables. “You live here?”

  He nodded. “I always live in the houses I’m working on. Saves time and money.”

  “Don’t you get tired of the chaos?”

  Shrugging, he said, “I grew up with five brothers. I’m used to chaos.”

  “I guess you would be. It would drive me nuts to live like this.”

  “Have a need for order, do you?”

  “Some semblance of it, anyway.” When the statement reminded her of the current disorder in her life, she quickly pushed the thought aside, determined to enjoy every minute of her brief escape from reality.

  He pointed out the new light fixtures in the bathroom. “Energy-efficient lights and hot water heater. I’m kind of into the whole environme
ntal thing.”

  “No!” she said, scandalized. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “Very funny, Georgie Quinn.”

  “I hate to tell you, but you tipped your hand with the hissy fit you had at the Dumpster—not to mention the organically grown flowers.”

  With a sheepish grin, he said, “Everyone has to do their part.”

  She pointed to a door. “What’s in here?”

  “My brother Ben has been crashing in there, but he’s gone to Block Island for the night with some friends.” Nathan’s face clouded. “He’s going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment.”

  His distress over his brother made Georgie want to reach out to him, but a sudden bout of shyness stopped her. The passion they’d shared on the street already seemed like a long time ago. She watched him make an effort to shake off his worries and return his focus to her.

  “Can I get you a drink or anything? Believe it or not, I do have a fridge in this place.”

  She shook her head. “I’m good. I should probably be getting home.”

  “Right.”

  They stared at each other for an endless moment before both took a step forward in the same instant.

  His arms closed around her, lifting her right off her feet into another of those sexually charged kisses that had left her lips tingling and her body burning earlier. This is insanity! It has to stop! She would stop it. In just a minute. Surely one more minute won’t hurt anything.

  His relentless tongue explored, teased, enticed.

  Okay, maybe two more minutes.

  Georgie clung to him, her fingers gripping his muscular shoulders.

  He held her in a vise-like grip.

  The next thing she knew, she was falling, and he was coming down on top of her as she landed on his bed.