Housekeepers Say I Do!: Maid for the Millionaire / Maid for the Single Dad / Maid in Montana

And she was finally discovering part of the reason was that she didn’t want anybody else to make her feel what Cain could. She wanted Cain.

He pulled away slowly. She blinked up at him.

“Good night.”

His voice was a soft whisper in the warm summer night. Her lips curved upward slowly. A kiss. Just a kiss. He hadn’t pushed for more, hadn’t asked her to follow him home, or if he could follow her. He’d simply wanted a kiss.

“Good night.”

“I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

She opened her car door and slid inside. He stepped back, out of the way, as she pulled her gearshift into Drive and eased out into the night.

A little voice inside her head told her not to be so happy, because she hadn’t yet been totally honest with him.

But she would be.

Soon.

For now though she wanted to bask in the warmth that flooded her because he’d kissed her.

Cain couldn’t remember ever feeling so good or so hopeful about his life. It wasn’t simply because Liz had feelings for him and had admitted them in the way she kissed him. He was also a changed man. He hadn’t pretended to like her friends. He liked her friends. He hadn’t been bored, nervous, or eager to get away to get back to work. Somehow or another over the past weeks, his longing to make up to Liz for their horrible marriage had reordered his priorities. He’d done what he felt he needed to do to pay penance for their bad marriage and as a result learned to work with Billy and for a cause that genuinely needed him.

And when the dust settled, he was changed. When he looked ahead to their future, he could see them making it work this time.

Driving home with the top down, thinking about some of the brighter days in their marriage, he almost didn’t hear his cell phone ring. He’d shifted it from vibrate to ring when he directed the last call to voice mail as he’d walked Liz to her car. Though it had taken a few rings, eventually the low sound penetrated his consciousness and he grabbed the phone. Somebody had been trying to get a hold of him for the past hour, but he hadn’t even cared enough to check caller ID.