said. Then her mouth gaped open when he crossed over to pull open the passenger-side door of his sporty cherry-red convertible. âYou have a convertible?â she squeaked.
âYes, I hope you donât mind,â he said, glancing at her long hair. He remembered how Victoria hadnât liked the wind messing up her hair. âI can put the top up if you prefer.â
âNo way! Iâve always wanted to ride in a convertible.â He watched in amusement as she rooted through her purse to find a hairtie. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail didnât take long. âThis is going to be fun,â she declared, sliding into the passenger seat.
Ryan smiled, closing the door behind her. Cassie was so different from Victoria, which made her dangerously attractive.
He hadnât been with a woman in a long time and forced himself to remember that Cassie wouldnât appreciate being used for sex. Truthfully, the idea didnât sit well with him, either. She deserved a man who would love and cherish her and little Emma.
Someone better than him. He didnât deserve a second chance. He hadnât loved Victoria the way he should have loved his wife, and his son had died because of it. Oh, heâd blamed Victoria, too, for becoming addicted to painkillers, but deep down he knew that he was the one at fault.
For not loving her enough.
For not noticing her addiction.
For not being home when she and his son had needed him.
He shook off the sobering thoughts with an effort. Ryan knew heâd need to find a way to keep his distance from Cassie. A task far easier said than done.
As he drove to the park, she lifted her faceto the sky as if enjoying the wind against her skin. âThis is fabulous!â she exclaimed. âYou must love this car.â
âItâs just a car,â he said mildly, enjoying the rapture on her face. âBut Iâm glad youâre having fun.â
He parked at the base of the walking path that would lead up the bluff, looking over Lake Michigan. âCome on, letâs take a walk.â
She climbed out of the car. âOkay, but I think we can safely assume that the woman weâre trying to find wouldnât try to walk up this path with her cane.â
He shrugged, refusing to admit that this part of the day was strictly for the two of them. âI know, but we can head into town to search for her after you see the view. Itâs amazing.â
âLead the way,â she said with a smile.
Dark clouds swirled overhead and he hoped the rain would hold off, at least for a while. Cassie didnât say much as they climbed up the bluff, but he didnât find her silence awkward or strained.
She was an easy person to be with. Beautiful, compelling and nurturing, an intoxicating combination.
âWow, you were right,â she whisperedonce they reached the top. âThis view is incredible.â
He nodded, although his attention was focused more on Cassie than the view. He didnât deserve her, but he wanted Cassie so much he ached. âI knew youâd like it. Iâm surprised other people arenât up here, although maybe the rainclouds scared them away.â
âCould be,â she said, glancing up. âThe weather report said the rain wouldnât come until two this afternoon, but those clouds look ominous.â
âWeâd better head back down,â he murmured, hating to cut their time short. âBefore the clouds let loose.â
He caught her hand in his as they started their descent. Going down was faster than going up, and soon they were back in the convertible. âIâll put the top up,â he said, reaching for the controls.
âPlease, donât, itâs not raining yet,â she said, putting her hand on his arm.
Every nerve in his body went on alert at her touch. And at that moment he couldnât deny her anything. âAll right, letâs hope we donât get