Lucky Charm by Carly Phillips Page A

out over time. Especially in the area you bought in.”
    She grinned, obviously pleased he approved. “It’s great to be back home. Florida is nice but I love New England. How ’bout those Red Sox?” she asked, laughing. “Maybe you, Holly and I can catch a Red Sox game before the summer is over?”
    â€œBaseball,” he said reverently. He slapped a hand over the left side of his chest. “A woman after my own heart.”
    â€œI could be persuaded to sit through a football game in the fall…for the right price,” she teased.
    â€œAnd what would that be?” he asked.
    â€œSomething delicious, something decadent, something—”
    â€œChocolate,” he said, as soon as he realized what she meant. “I didn’t realize you were so easy.” He chuckled, enjoying their easy banter.
    â€œOnly with you. And only because you know me so well. How did I get along without you for the past fourteen years?” she asked lightly.
    He stepped closer. Her warm scent settled over him, causing a distinct stirring inside his chest. “That’s a good question.” His mood changed from teasing to serious in an instant. “How did you get along?” he asked, suddenly needing to know.
    â€œNot easily,” she admitted, as she reached out and linked her hands behind his neck.
    As she looked into his eyes, she aligned her lower body with his. No way could she miss the evidence of his wanting her. If she remembered him mentioning that he wanted to talk about the kiss, about not getting involved, she obviously wasn’t going to bring it up now. And although he should, he couldn’t.
    He could use the threats against her as an excuse, but in his heart, he knew that’s all it was. An excuse to be near her. He grabbed on to it as tightly as she held on to him now.
    â€œI’m assuming you had relationships.”
    She nodded. “More than a few. I was searching for someone who…” She paused and bit down on her lower lip. “Someone who could live up to the memory of you. Of us.”
    His heart slammed hard against his chest. “Did you find him?” He must be a glutton for punishment to ask such a thing.
    â€œWhat do you want to hear?” she asked, a teasing smile on her lips. “That even at eighteen you set the standard by which all other men fell short?”
    She slid her hand up the back of his head and played with the ends of his hair with her fingertips. Her touch was electric. Her words seductive.
    Selfishly that was exactly what he wanted to hear, but he’d been the one to do the leaving. “I wanted you to go on with your life. To be happy.”
    She tipped her head to one side. He loved the sassy sway of her hair. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through the strands. “I went on. I’ve been successful in my career. Not so much in my personal life.”
    â€œI shouldn’t be happy that you didn’t find someone special. But I am.”
    â€œI shouldn’t be happy that you’re divorced,” she countered. “But I don’t think I could have handled running into you again and knowing you belonged to someone else.” Her voice sounded like a husky purr.
    Every fiber of his being was on alert. His skin was hot. His body strung tight. He desired her in a soul-deep way. He was dying to reconnect with her now and worry about the repercussions later. But mention of his divorce reminded him of the reasons he needed to be careful how far he let things go. “I still need to tell you about Holly’s mom and what happened between us.” Why the curse ruled his life now more than ever.
    â€œMmm. You do.” She touched her forehead to his. Her mouth hovered close, tantalizing and tempting him.
    Finally, she allowed their lips to touch, featherlight but enough to send his pulse racing. She toyed with him for a while, a few light pecks at first, but each one