bearable once she had pulled together her exposed emotions.
Golden shafts of sunlight found their way between the slats of the vertical blinds, washing Cole’s sleeping features in light . Squinting at the unwelcomed brightness , Cole raised his forearm, shielding his eyes, warding o f f the intrusion . Groggily blinking away his sleep-laden eyes, Cole stretched , reaching out for the soft body of his bedmate. Grasping a handful of cool she ets, he opened his eyes . Bolting to a sitting position, Cole looked around the room. She was gone .
"Kit!" Cole bounded from the bed a nd raced to the master bath . It was empty. Rushing back into the bedroo m, he quickly surveyed the room. There was n o trace of discarded feminine clothing, and no sign of his lover except the empty champagne glass and the lingering scent of her fragrance on the crumpled bed linens.
"Damn!" Cole grabbed a handful of blanket and flung it impatiently.
Without a word, she had left him. Furious, he stormed to the bathroom and cool ed his anger beneath the shower head.
"Cole? Yoo-hoo!" He heard her voice as soon as he stepped out of the shower. Throwing on a terry cloth robe, he hastily fastened the belt before leaving his bedroom. Drying his hair as he walked down the stairs, he spied Brenda. She stood at the fi rst floor, looking up the stair case, her right hand resting on the banister.
" Mornin g, Cole , " s he said brightly. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself i n ." Smiling sweetly, she waved a key in the air. She wore tailored designer slacks and a silk blouse.
"Good mornin g, Brenda ." Cole stopped drying his hair and draped the discarded towel over his shoulders. "What are you doing here?"
" Wel l, some hello that is!" Brenda huffed indignantly. "Is Megan here?"
"No. She spent the night with my brother." Less than thirty minutes earlie r, he'd been furious to discover Ki t's flight. Suddenly, he was relieved with her absence. Juggling two women held no appeal for Cole Taylor.
"I thought I w ould take you out for Sunday breakfast. We could discuss the Halloween party. We haven't even talked about costumes!" Cole studied Brenda for a brief moment. Perhaps it was time to make a clean bre ak from this relationship. What ever he had discovered in the arms of Kit Landon, it would be impossible to explore the possibilities fully with another woman hovering in the wings.
“ Maybe breakfast out would be a good idea. We need to talk."
“ Mornin g, Brandon ,” Kit greeted her brother after he opened his front door.
"You're up bright and early , " Brandon replied, surprised to find his sister standing on his front porch so early in the morning, dressed as if she never made it home after her date the previous night. He opened the door wider and ushered her inside.
"I thought I'd just pick up Sarah. I hate to mess up your Sunday."
"Sorry, but she’s not here. Susan took her to church, and then there was some children's party afterwards. You know, something to counteract the demonic influence of Hallowee n, " Brandon chuckled.
"When are they going to be back?"
“ Knowing my wife, not for a couple hours. I'm thinking it's about time I got that woman pregnant. Every time she latches on to your kid, all her motherly instincts come charging forward. If I don't get her knocked up soon, she's liable to be stealing Sarah."
" Brandon , do you have to be so crude?" Kit winced then playfully rapped his stomach with her fist.
"It's my char m, " Brandon grinned foolishly.
"How about I take you to breakfast?" Kit was not prepared to spend the day alone. The last thing she wanted to do was think about Cole and about how good it had been. S ince s he couldn't spend the morning with her daughter, her brother was the next best thing.
"Sure. Goin' out beats the hell o ut ta cold cereal."
Brandon and Kit had just pushed through the double doors, exiting the restaurant, when they came face to face with Cole and Brenda . Standing on the front walkway, all
Golden shafts of sunlight found their way between the slats of the vertical blinds, washing Cole’s sleeping features in light . Squinting at the unwelcomed brightness , Cole raised his forearm, shielding his eyes, warding o f f the intrusion . Groggily blinking away his sleep-laden eyes, Cole stretched , reaching out for the soft body of his bedmate. Grasping a handful of cool she ets, he opened his eyes . Bolting to a sitting position, Cole looked around the room. She was gone .
"Kit!" Cole bounded from the bed a nd raced to the master bath . It was empty. Rushing back into the bedroo m, he quickly surveyed the room. There was n o trace of discarded feminine clothing, and no sign of his lover except the empty champagne glass and the lingering scent of her fragrance on the crumpled bed linens.
"Damn!" Cole grabbed a handful of blanket and flung it impatiently.
Without a word, she had left him. Furious, he stormed to the bathroom and cool ed his anger beneath the shower head.
"Cole? Yoo-hoo!" He heard her voice as soon as he stepped out of the shower. Throwing on a terry cloth robe, he hastily fastened the belt before leaving his bedroom. Drying his hair as he walked down the stairs, he spied Brenda. She stood at the fi rst floor, looking up the stair case, her right hand resting on the banister.
" Mornin g, Cole , " s he said brightly. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself i n ." Smiling sweetly, she waved a key in the air. She wore tailored designer slacks and a silk blouse.
"Good mornin g, Brenda ." Cole stopped drying his hair and draped the discarded towel over his shoulders. "What are you doing here?"
" Wel l, some hello that is!" Brenda huffed indignantly. "Is Megan here?"
"No. She spent the night with my brother." Less than thirty minutes earlie r, he'd been furious to discover Ki t's flight. Suddenly, he was relieved with her absence. Juggling two women held no appeal for Cole Taylor.
"I thought I w ould take you out for Sunday breakfast. We could discuss the Halloween party. We haven't even talked about costumes!" Cole studied Brenda for a brief moment. Perhaps it was time to make a clean bre ak from this relationship. What ever he had discovered in the arms of Kit Landon, it would be impossible to explore the possibilities fully with another woman hovering in the wings.
“ Maybe breakfast out would be a good idea. We need to talk."
“ Mornin g, Brandon ,” Kit greeted her brother after he opened his front door.
"You're up bright and early , " Brandon replied, surprised to find his sister standing on his front porch so early in the morning, dressed as if she never made it home after her date the previous night. He opened the door wider and ushered her inside.
"I thought I'd just pick up Sarah. I hate to mess up your Sunday."
"Sorry, but she’s not here. Susan took her to church, and then there was some children's party afterwards. You know, something to counteract the demonic influence of Hallowee n, " Brandon chuckled.
"When are they going to be back?"
“ Knowing my wife, not for a couple hours. I'm thinking it's about time I got that woman pregnant. Every time she latches on to your kid, all her motherly instincts come charging forward. If I don't get her knocked up soon, she's liable to be stealing Sarah."
" Brandon , do you have to be so crude?" Kit winced then playfully rapped his stomach with her fist.
"It's my char m, " Brandon grinned foolishly.
"How about I take you to breakfast?" Kit was not prepared to spend the day alone. The last thing she wanted to do was think about Cole and about how good it had been. S ince s he couldn't spend the morning with her daughter, her brother was the next best thing.
"Sure. Goin' out beats the hell o ut ta cold cereal."
Brandon and Kit had just pushed through the double doors, exiting the restaurant, when they came face to face with Cole and Brenda . Standing on the front walkway, all
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