“And?” He raised his eyebrows.
“And I won’t get pregnant.”
He grinned. “Shame, we’d make beautiful babies together.”
She laughed. That had been the last thing she’d expected him to say. “You think?”
“Sure.” He took her hand and helped her down from the counter.
Suddenly acutely aware that she was still naked and he half dressed, she reached for her dress and held it to her torso. “I’ll go and…”
“If you must cover those cute titties.” He shrugged. “Then go ahead. I’ll get this sorted.” He gestured at the sink. “But I’ll be getting up close and personal with them again soon.”
When Leah came out from the bedroom, wearing denim shorts and a pink tank top—still no bra—Carter was fiddling with the faucet.
“How is it?”
“All fixed. You had a loose washer and the pressure gauge had—”
“Are they real things?”
“What?”
“After your summation of what was wrong with my VW when actually you’d sabotaged it, I’m not sure I trust you.”
He turned the tap on then off. It worked perfectly.
“You can trust me.” He stepped close and touched her cheek with the back of his thumb. “If there is one thing about me you can always rely on, Leah, it’s that I will always do what I say I’m going to do. And while I’m with you, whether it’s giving you the best orgasms of your life or—”
“What!” Cocky bastard. “How do you know that?”
He brushed his lips over hers. “A guy knows these things, a guy who understands women, that is.” He chuckled. “Whether it’s sex, or keeping you safe, never doubt that you can trust me.”
“Why would I not be safe?”
“When you’re with me.” His tone hardened. “You will be, always.”
A lovely warm feeling settled in her chest, swelling her heart and making her breath hitch. It was a sensation she hadn’t had for a long time, and she welcomed it, even if it would only be for a week at most.
Carter Harris wasn’t boyfriend material, at least not for a mayor’s daughter and an attorney.
Live for the moment.
She went onto her tiptoes and kissed him.
“Mmm, where is the damn bedroom, again?” he murmured.
She giggled. “Up the stairs.”
“You walking or am I going to have to throw you over my shoulder?” He dragged her close and wrapped his arms around her. “Your choice.”
His cell rang.
“Damn it,” he muttered, releasing one arm from around her waist and digging it out of his back pocket. “Hey.”
He was quiet for a moment, then, “And it has to be now?” Pause. “No, I get it, not Dino’s fault, but he should steer clear of the shit-filled burgers down at Salties. They’re bad news. I’ll be there in ten.” He ended the call.
“Problem?”