down at her for long moments. Her face was just peeping out from the fan of her hair and her hand rested low on her belly.
And he wanted her.
“Lacey?” he whispered. She didn’t answer so he crouched beside the bed, his hand on the mattress and tried again. “Lacey?”
“Mmm …” her eyelids fluttered open briefly before shutting again.
“I’m leaving now,” he said, still whispering. It seemed appropriate in the low light. “I’ll be back later on this afternoon.”
“K,” she half mumbled, half sighed, her lips curling up in a little half smile. “Drive safe.”
Coop swallowed. “I’ll lock you in.”
“Mmm,” she said again, rolling onto her side, her eyes still closed as her hand bumped against his, her mouth now dangerously close.
His gaze dropped to her lips. Soft and slack in sleep. So near, so tempting. He wanted to lean forward and kiss her on that mouth, wake her up properly. Wake her up good .
He wanted it so damn bad.
If this had been real, if they’d been really l iving together, if his baby had been really growing inside her, he could. He could just lean forward and kiss her. Push her hair back over her shoulder, run his fingers down her arm, onto her hip, her thigh. He could whisper how much he wanted her. How hard he was for her right now. How he wanted to be inside her.
Coop shut his eyes against the fire in his loins and the devil riding him hard. He had to be strong. Absence had always been the key to keeping this rampant attraction in check and now that was gone.
He needed to be stronger than ever before.
He stood. Took a breath and a step back. Took another breath and turned away. Headed for the door.
Did not look back.
Did not stop until he was leaning heavily against his car sucking in the frigid morning air down on the street.
Fuck. Only fourteen more mornings to get through …
* * *
The day flew by in Brisbane. His parents were surprised at the suddenness of it all but understood when Coop explained that Jumbuck Springs needed a temporary mechanic and he’d volunteered. They’d accepted his story and his mother had pulled out a huge container of pumpkin soup from the freezer to take with him.
He felt bad about lying to them, but his old man had long since recovered from his heart problems and the booming restoration part of the business, which Coop had started two years ago, would be fine in the capable hands of his second-in-charge. Gav was brilliant at his job and more than happy to step up when Coop asked him.
He stopped in at his apartment to pack some clothes. It didn’t take long. With a population of two thousand, Jumbuck Springs was hardly party central so he didn’t need anything fancy to wear and fancy wasn’t really his thing anyway. He threw in a bunch of jeans, a variety of shirts, a couple of hoodies to ward off the nippy mornings and nights and three pairs of work trousers and shirts.
On the way out of his room he opened his bedside table drawer to grab the true crime novel he’d been reading. There were going to be a lot of long nights with Lacey in that hotel room so anything that held his attention was worth packing. He stopped dead as a barely touched box of condoms stared back at him.
Temptation stalked him as he’d stood there and thought about sliding into Lacey. Kissing her mouth while he did so. Swallowing her throaty yes . Feeling her ankles locking around his butt.
He took a deep breath and shut the drawer.
Next stop was Lacey’s dorm to pick up her phone and bag. She’d rung him to let him know that Jeremy had delivered them to the dorm. He passed her Mini in the car park and made a mental note to get it transported to Jumbuck Springs. He doubted Lacey was going to need it, which gave him the perfect opportunity to finally do something with it.
The idea of a project appealed to him. It would be win/win. She’d get a restored working beauty and he’d have something to do, to take up his time, to
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