An Unexpected Love Story (Love Story Book Two) by Rachel Schurig Page B

and kissed John briefly. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
    He leaned into the wall and waved. “Have fun.”
    I took off, loving the feel of the cold air rushing by me. I had been on skates since I was a baby, though the municipal ice rink was a rather new addition to the town. When we were younger, Emily and I, and all of our friends, used to shovel the snow from a myriad of ponds and lakes in the area to skate or play hockey. Paul had gotten really into the sport when we were in high school; his mom used to let him flood the back yard at the start of winter, guaranteeing we would have some good ice as long as it stayed cold.
    Finishing up my first lap, I skated by John, waving as I went. He wolf-whistled at me as I passed. Knowing he was watching, I decided to show off a little; I transitioned smoothly into a backward stride, blowing a kiss at him, before managing a little spin, feeling my long hair flip around me as I went. I heard his laughter behind me as I skated on, and a rush of warmth shot through me, immediately followed by a dart of worry that I was getting in over my head.
    It’s just flirting , I told myself firmly as I sped by the group of teenagers. That’s all .
    “Get over here, you gorgeous woman!” he called out as I made my last turn. Half the people in the area turned to look at us, but I couldn’t make myself care. His smile as I approached made everything else fade away. He managed to grab me as I skated past, pulling me up against him as he stood braced against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling as he kissed me, completely oblivious to the wolf-whistles from the teens.
    Oh, Brooke , I thought to myself as I kissed him back. You are falling too fast. Way too fast.

    Chapter Ten
    We ate lunch at a little diner in town. Afterward, John wanted to walk down to the harbor, but I figured I had been away from work long enough. John drove me back to the inn and walked me up the stairs to the porch.
    “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked, as he paused in front of the door.
    “I’m supposed to meet someone,” he said apologetically.
    “A business meeting now?” I asked, looking at my watch. “At three on a Saturday?”
    “It’s not technically a business meeting,” he said. “Just something I need to do.”
    My curiosity over his reasons for being in town was starting to drive me crazy. It wasn’t very often that we had people pass through on business. I mean, what kind of business would an out-of-state lawyer have to do in a place this small and out of the way? But John seemed in no hurry to divulge any details, so I let it go. It was none of my business—I was very clear on what I was to him; a fun time on a weekend away, nothing more.
    The thought depressed me. Wanting a distraction, I grabbed his arm, pulling him down the wrap-around porch until we were out of view of the front door. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reached up to kiss him, hard on the mouth.
    “Wow,” he breathed, pulling back a moment later. “What was that for?”
    “A congratulations for a job well done,” I said. “Your first ice-skating session was a success.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t know about that. But it was fun.” He kissed me again. “It was fun because you were there.”
    “I had a good time with you,” I agreed.
    “Me, too. And I had a great time with you last night,” John said softly, kissing my forehead. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”
    “I’d like that, too,” I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning into him. He felt so good, his arms so strong around me.
    “I’ll talk to you soon,” he said, kissing me one last time.
    After he left, I stood on the porch for a minute, the warmth of our encounter keeping the chill of the November air from penetrating my hazy daydream.
    “Really, Brooke?” a harsh voice said from behind me. I spun to see Paul standing at the corner of the building. “That guy?”
    “It’s none of your business,” I said,