His Country Cinderella

“Sounds nice.”

She’d love to invite him along, but how crazy would that be? Edna and Mel would have a fit at the thought of any man taking their son’s place in her life. Besides, Zane’s cover would be blown. She could see he needed as much peace as he could get right now.

“You enjoy yourselves. Family is really all we have when the going gets rough.”

He was supposed to be leaving and she was supposed to be saying goodbye. But the magnet of their attraction drew them together until they seemed mesmerized by each other.

When Zane slid his hand under her hair, she felt a cool breeze waft along her cheek. It emphasized the warmth of his hand, her own temperature seeming to rise at his touch. It had taken a few dates with Ed before she’d kissed him. This man she’d kissed before she’d even known him. But then, could last night’s brief touching of lips even be considered a kiss?

“I want a taste of you,” he said huskily as his lips descended closer to hers.

His words sent a rippling thrill through her body until she realized a need that had gone unsatisfied within her for years. When Zane’s lips came down on hers tonight, they weren’t gentle or light. Oh, no. Tonight they were hungry, searching for desire to be fulfilled, searching for a response that might or might not be there.

Her body reacted as if she’d been born to respond to Zane. She enfolded her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in tighter. His tongue slid into her mouth and her gasp of pleasure opened her up more completely to him. He explored with a possessive need that almost made her moan. She felt as if a low-burning fire inside of her burst into flames. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth on hers, his tongue retreating, then urging her on. Pressed against him, she felt his arousal and a satisfaction she had long ago forgotten.

When he withdrew and pulled away, they were both breathing hard. She was still trying to catch her breath when he said, “That was Zane the man who kissed you, not Zane Gunther the country singer.”

Then he let her go and walked away, his steps quick, his stride long. She heard him gallop down the stairs and then his bootfalls faded away.

She knew one thing for certain. If Zane Gunther could sing as well as he kissed, his music would come back to him. She was sure of it.

Chapter Four

“Are you ready?” Jeannette called to Jonah.

Today was Labor Day which was ironic because she’d spent the morning doing household chores. This afternoon she and Jonah were going to the park. This was a rare day off for her and she was going to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with her son.

“Soon,” Jonah called back from his room and she had to smile.

The phone on her kitchen counter rang just as she was about to find out what was keeping him. “Hello,” she answered, not recognizing the number, hoping beyond hope it would be Zane. She’d listened to his CDs last night after Jonah had gone to bed and had been touched by Zane’s voice as well as his heartfelt lyrics. His kiss had taken up most of her waking thoughts and had invaded her dreams. But she wasn’t Cinderella, and she was silly if she believed anything could come of the two of them kissing.