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  “Are you going to keep staring at me?” she asked, her voice filled with sleepy amusement.

  He glanced up and found that she was smiling, but her eyes were still closed.

  “I was going to let you sleep.”

  She opened one eye. “Really? You do a strange impression of letting me sleep.”

  He smiled. “Well, I said I was going to let you sleep. Didn’t mean I could stop touching you.”

  She rolled over onto her back. “Whatcha thinking about, Brand?”

  “I’m thinking that we need to get to know each other again.”

  She giggled. “I know you a lot better now than I did back in college.”

  He shook his head even as he smiled. “Not just that way. Lord, if I had known you were this bad in college, I definitely would have passed out from lack of blood to my brain.”

  “So, what do you want to know?”

  “You said you’re working with senior citizens?”

  She nodded. “Mainly. My specialty is stroke survivors. Not everyone who has a stroke is a senior citizen. But working at the home is enjoyable. My grandmother lives there right now, so I get to spend time with her every day.” She took his hand in hers. “What made you go back to teaching?”

  He shrugged. “Not really sure.”

  “Bull.”

  “What?”

  “Brando Santini, that is a lie. You know exactly why you are doing it. You don’t do anything without a plan.”

  He couldn’t fight the chuckle that rumbled in his chest. “You always did know how to call me on my BS. Okay, yes, I have been thinking about it. About after the Marines. I still have a few years left, but I have always thought about teaching.”

  “College?”

  He nodded as he threaded his fingers through hers and rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand.

  “I have my Masters already.”

  Her eyes widened. “So, you aren’t just all American Marine Dude, you are also the same nerd I knew back in college. Well, if you could be called a nerd.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  She leaned closer and whispered, “You know you’re kind of hot, right?”

  For the first time in a really long time, he felt his face flush in embarrassment.

  “Is that a fact?”

  For a second, Kaitlin didn’t say anything. Then, she let loose a deep, rich chuckle. “Oh, my God. I made you blush.”

  Damn. His face burned hotter. “I am not blushing.”

  “Yes. Yes you are.” She untangled their hands and cupped his face. “It makes you even sexier, if you want to know the truth.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  She leaned closer and brushed her mouth over his. It was sweet and sensual at the same time, just like the woman. It only took another second or two before the kiss was out of control. He rolled them over the bed until she was straddled on top of him.

  He looked up at her and felt his heart catch in his chest. Damn, she was amazing. Her long curly hair was a tangled mess, her mouth was still swollen from his kisses, and she had beard-burn on her neck. The rest of her…lord. Full breasts and rounded hips filled out the package.

  “What?”

  “I’m thinking just how lucky I am I ran into you. How have you not gotten snapped up by some guy?”

  She gave him a shy smile. “I guess I was waiting for one night in New Orleans.”

  “Not just one night,” he said.

  “Don’t make any promises.”

  He opened his mouth, but she stopped him.

  “No, don’t. My engagement ended because a man couldn’t keep his promises. I know that you would never intentionally hurt me, Brand. But, I would rather not make plans. Let’s just see how this goes.”

  He wanted to argue, but they had so little time together before she had to leave, and he was moving to her town in just three weeks. He could wait until he got there to start showing her he meant what he said.

  So, for right now, he would show her.

  He leaned down and kissed her, trying to show her all the love he felt in his heart. She would not accept the words, but he decided to use what little time they had left how much he needed her.

  * * * *

  Brando insisted on taking her to the airport. It was definitely sweet of him to do, but it was also horrible. She hated goodbyes at airports, especially when she didn’t know when she would see him again. Or if she would see him.

  She knew he had promised to call, but she had learned that not all men meant what they said. Like when Glen had said there was no one else in his life. That had been a major lie.

  Kaitlin pushed away those morbid thoughts as Brando walked to the security line with her. Again, She didn’t miss the looks she was getting from women as they passed by. One woman almost walked into a wall because she was spending so much time catching a glimpse of Brando’s rear end.

  She really couldn’t blame them. He was wearing jeans that allowed for a great view. Of course, Brando seemed completely oblivious to the reaction he caused. All his attention was on her.

  “So, you land when?” he asked.

  He sounded grumpy, and she just assumed it was because they hadn’t had much sleep. Declan was like that. Her younger brother slept half the day away, but that was mainly because he was up until three in the morning.

  “I get in there about three. My friend Wendy is picking me up.”

  He nodded as he stopped by the security line. “Please call when you get in. I need to know you made it okay.”

  She smiled and nodded. “And you said you would be out my way by the end of the month.”

  “Yes. I still need to find a place to stay, but that’s nothing new.”

  Before she could help herself, she said, “You could crash with me until you find a place.”

  The moment she said it, she regretted it. She probably overstepped some imaginary line of one-night stands. She was never good at this kind of thing. She expected him to make excuses. Lord knew she’d learned enough about these types of things from Aeden, her oldest brother. He made it a rule never to get involved with anyone. Sex, he was okay with that, but feelings and complications had never been his thing.

  Brando’s lips curved and his expression seemed to lighten. “That sounds great.”

  Something heavy lifted off her chest. “Well, I better get through security if I am going to make my flight.”

  He nodded as he wrapped his arms around her. Without closing his eyes, he bent his head slowly and kissed her. Kaitlin was pretty sure he had planned on giving her a simple little kiss goodbye. Instead, his arms tightened around her waist as he deepened the kiss. She willingly opened her mouth, enjoying the taste of him.

  A burst of applause filled the air around them. Brando pulled back, his eyes dancing. She looked around and realized that most of the people around them were watching.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Nope, my name is Brando. I think I told you that a few times last night. Of course, in a month I’ll be more than willing to prove it again.”

  She shook her head and gave him another quick kiss.

  “I’ll call when I land.”

  Then, she stepped back, grabbed her rollaway from him and took her place in line. He watched her until she made it through to the other side. As she hurried to make sure she actually made her flight, she realized that she felt like crying. Why? He said he was going to call, and if he didn’t, she would have the memories of their night together.

  A wave of melancholy swept over her as she picked up the plastic bin and placed it on the table. She couldn’t fall apart right now, and she couldn’t think of the worst scenarios. She would deal with that when the time came. Thinking about it now would just turn her into a mess. Kaitlin Fitzpatrick was not a wuss. She did not cry in public.

  She would wait until she got home to cry.

  CHAPTER FIVE

 
By the time Kaitlin landed at BWI, she was ready for some food and her bed. There had been a delay in Dallas thanks to some horrible storms and she was ready to collapse. Thankfully, she had called Brando and he had been more than happy to entertain her on the phone. The time had sped by as they exchanged family and work stories.

  As she stepped around an annoying businessman who couldn’t seem to take a break from yelling into his phone, she saw her best friend Wendy.

  “Hey,” Wendy yelled loud enough for everyone in the waiting area to turn around and stare.

  When Kaitlin had first met her several years earlier, she never thought she would become friends with Wendy. They were polar opposites. Kaitlin was shorter and rounder where Wendy was taller, slimmer, and louder. That was saying something that she could outdo anyone in the Fitzpatrick clan. She had her long blonde hair up in a ponytail, and she was dressed as if she were going clubbing. The cute little red skirt matched the silk blouse perfectly. And even at her height, Wendy wore heels.

  “Hey, yourself” Kaitlin said, then found herself pulled into a big bear hug. When her friend finally let her go, she shook her head. “I was only gone six days.”

  “Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you. I did. I just wished I could have gotten off work to go with you. We could have had some fun together.”

  She smiled. “Let’s go. I’m exhausted.”

  “Did you have any other bags?”

  “Nope, just this one,” she said indicating the roller bag she had been pulling behind her. “You know I don’t like checked bags.”

  “So, did you learn a lot?” Wendy asked, as they walked out the doors to the short-term parking.

  “A little.”

  “How did your panel go?”

  “Pretty good. I am not sure how many of them were awake for it, but it was good to join in the discussion.”

  “Of course no one was awake for it. You were at a convention in New Orleans. And you had your panel at eight in the morning. Who in the world wants to sit and listen to work stuff at eight in the morning?”

  She laughed. “That’s true. I did learn of a few people to avoid. Some of them do not know how to act. And if any pics were taken last night, there will be a few divorces in the next few months.”

  “You speech pathologists are partiers. Besides, it’s NOLA, it doesn’t count.”

  “I know there are a few people whose spouses would disagree.”

  Wendy took her bag and loaded it in the trunk of her car. “There is that.”

  When they were sitting in the line to leave the parking structure, Kaitlin couldn’t keep herself from yawning.

  “Wow, you really are tired. It’s a good thing you came back today.”

  She shook her head. “I wish I had stayed an extra day.”

  “Last time I talked to you, you were headed to your bedroom for dinner and then to bed. Did someone lure you out?”

  Kaitlin smiled. “You could say that.”

  After paying for the parking, Wendy sped off before asking, “So, who is this person who lured you out?”

  “Remember that Mr. Studly I talked about?”

  Wendy frowned. “The one from college? Your study partner?”

  “That’s the one. We ran into each other in New Orleans. I mean literally. He was texting and ran right into me.”

  Wendy laughed. “So, what did you two do?”

  “We had dinner.”

  Wendy took the exit for I-95. “Was it a late dinner?”

  “No.”

  Her best friend slanted her a look. “Give over, woman.”

  “Well…”

  She felt her face burn. Kaitlin wasn’t someone who would normally kiss and tell. But, it was hard to keep things from Wendy. Especially something as wonderful as a night with Brando.

  “Holy Jesus in a Skirt. You had sex with him.”

  She bit her bottom lip, then said, “Yes.”

  “Well, good for you. Now I need details, because it has been a very long time. And if this is truly Mr. Studly, I know they have to be good. Give over.”

  “I am not giving you details of my one-night stand.”

  Wendy frowned. “You are not a one-night stand kind of girl, Kaitlin.”

  She straightened her shoulders. “Now, maybe I am.”

  As soon as she said it, her phone rang. She dug it out and saw Brando’s face on the screen. She had taken it while they ate breakfast in bed. He had smiled at her while holding a strawberry for her to eat. His hair was a mess of curls and his beard had grown darker. At that one moment, she couldn’t resist snapping a pic.

  She clicked on her screen. “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself. You landed okay?”

  “Yeah. Still on my way home.”

  “You’re not driving, are you?”

  “No, my friend Wendy is driving.”

  “Hey, Mr. Studly,” Wendy said loud enough for Brando to hear. Kaitlin gave Wendy a nasty look.

  “Was that her?” he asked.

  “Yes, unfortunately.”

  He chuckled. The sound of it made her heart do a flip-flop. “Who is Mr. Studly?”

  “No one,” she mumbled.

  “Am I Mr. Studly?”

  “I would rather not talk about it.”

  “What would you like to talk about?”

  There was a thread of heat in his voice that told her exactly what he would like to talk about. For the first time in her life, she would have seriously considered having phone sex, but not right this minute.

  “What are you doing today?” she asked.

  “Chicken,” he challenged. She said nothing to that. “I slept a lot. You wore me out.”

  She felt her lips curve. “Yeah?”

  “Seriously. I was thinking of staying in tonight just to recover.”

  She laughed. “You are not. Why would you stay in tonight?”

  “Dunno. I don’t have much interest in going out tonight…or any other night.”

  A lump rose in her throat, and she struggled to swallow it. “Is that a fact?”

  “Yep.”

  “Go out with your friends and have fun.”

  He said nothing for a long moment. “Okay.”

  She chuckled. “You have to be the first man forced to go out in NOLA.”

  The sigh she heard over the phone was filled with longing. “No matter what we do, it will not compare to how I spent last night.”

  She didn’t exactly know what to say to that. Before she could come up with a response, she heard something knock at his door.

  “Hey, go, have fun. Call me if you get bored.”

  “Okay. Stay safe, Kait.”

  “You too.”

  She clicked off and sighed. It was going to be hard waiting to see what happened when he arrived. Kaitlin did not want to get her hopes up, but it was hard not to when he acted like that.

  “Oh, no, I heard that. And no matter what you say, that is not a one-night stand, sweetie. The man called the day after.”

  Kaitlin shook her head even as her heart sighed with pleasure. She had never had a man that gaga over her.

  “He was just making sure I got home okay.”

  “Yeah, because you told him I was picking you up, right?”

  She nodded as Wendy took the exit toward her house.

  “Not to mention, you have five brothers and then there are your parents. Mr. Studly called because he missed you.”

  “He did say that he didn’t feel like going out tonight.”

  “And he’s still in NOLA? You might have a stalker.”

  She laughed. “No. First, I don’t have him. Secondly, Brando is not a stalker. He’s a Marine.”

  “Where’s he stationed?”

  “Hmm, I forgot the name of the base. Doesn’t matter though because he’s moving here in a month.”

  They came to a red light and Wendy stared at her. “Let me get this straight. You had a one-night sta
nd, the guy calls you right after you land, and he’s talking about not wanting to go out with his friends? Oh, and he is a Marine who makes you blush when you are talking to him on the phone.”

  She rarely held things back from Wendy. “He said he didn’t want to go out because nothing could compare to last night.”

  “Okay, if you don’t want him, I call dibs.”

  She sighed. “I opened my big mouth and offered to let him stay with me while he looked for housing.”

  “Oh, that is not going to go over well with your motley crew of brothers. Especially Aeden.”

  The thought of her oldest brother made her frown. “He can just butt out of it.”

  Wendy snorted. “The chances of that happening are next to zero.”

  The more she thought about it, the more she knew it was true. Her oldest brother treated them all as if they were still kids. He was always butting his nose into her business especially.

  “Dammit.”

  “Yeah, this guy has thrown you for a loop if you didn’t worry about your brothers finding out.”

  “Maybe they won’t notice.”

  Wendy laughed as they turned onto Kaitlin’s street. “Your relationship with your brothers is odd. You worry more about them than your parents.”

  “It is irritating. My parents respect my privacy and the fact that I am an adult.” Not really, but they pretended to. She knew that her brothers sometimes ran surveillance for her mother. “My brothers don’t seem to understand that. They’re obnoxious, and they always seem to scare men away.”

  “I’ll tell you what, sweetie, I have a feeling if this guy is a Marine, he won’t frighten so easily.”

  She sighed as Wendy pulled into her driveway.

  “Well, who knows? Nothing may come of it anyway.”

  But there was a very big part of her that would love to have it go much, much further. Wishing for it wasn’t going to make it happen, no matter what. She had learned that five years ago when she walked in on her ex-fiancé and her then best friend.

  Happily ever afters just did not happen for everyone—especially her.

  CHAPTER SIX

  About three weeks after his trip to New Orleans, Brando made his way to his brother’s ranch. He hadn’t been too sure when Carlos had said he wanted to open up a rehabilitation ranch. Oh, he thought it was a good idea to help PTSD sufferers, and he knew that research on equine therapy for PTSD was very encouraging. He just worried his twin had taken on more than was necessary. The one thing he did like was that it was a day’s drive away from his parents. They could check in on him every now and then.