Free Sparks & Cabin Fever by Susan K. Droney Page A

and carrots into the serving bowls. “I'll take these into the dining room,” she said. The rolls should be ready shortly.
    â€œI'll help,” Deacon said as he grabbed the serving bowls and followed her.
    Stefani set the platter on the table. She wondered if she'd gone overboard with the candles and music. She still didn't know how Deacon felt about her. Maybe this was just a friendship dinner. Maybe he was lonely and wanted companionship outside of his family. Or maybe all he wanted was a quick roll between the sheets with no strings attached. She was torn. If he made a move, should she respond? If she did, would he think less of her? If she didn't, would he move on to someone else? She shook off her doubts. Even if all he wanted was a one-night stand, wouldn't that be better than nothing? She drew a deep silent breath. But she'd never be totally satisfied with only a one-night stand with Deacon. She wanted more. She needed more.
    â€œLet me carve the meat,” Deacon offered.
    â€œThank you. I'll get the tossed salad and rolls.”
    Back in the kitchen, Stefani took a moment to compose herself. She was overcome by Deacon's animal magnetism. Just looking at him made her grow weak with desire. He brought out feelings in her she never knew existed. He didn't know the passion inside of her either. But if she gave herself to him, how could she ever face him again if it went nowhere? A one-night stand was dangerous emotionally as far as she was concerned. She couldn't leave her heart raw and vulnerable. She grabbed the salad from the refrigerator and then took the rolls from the oven and placed them in a small basket.
    Deacon turned and smiled at her as she reentered the dining room. “I took the liberty of lighting the candles. This is a beautiful room.”
    â€œThank you,” she said.
    â€œDo you always cook like this?”
    She smiled. “Not too often. I love to cook and it's nice to have someone to cook for besides myself.” She was instantly sorry for her comment. Maybe he would take it the wrong way. She didn't want him to think she was assuming they were a couple.
    â€œI never turn down an invitation…especially from a beautiful woman,” Deacon replied.
    Stefani blushed. “Please help yourself.” She was glad that he couldn't see her face clearly through the flickering candlelight. This was the second time he'd said she was beautiful.
    â€œI had a good time the other night,” she said as they filled their plates.
    He grinned. “You sure made an impression on David Jr.”
    â€œHe's so cute,” she said.
    â€œHe's something else. He misses his father, so I'm trying to fill the void until David can settle in permanently here.”
    â€œYou're doing a wonderful job.”
    â€œThank you.”
    They both reached for a roll at the same time. When his hand brushed hers Stefani felt a bolt of electricity sear through her. She had to stop herself from leaping across the table and flinging herself at him. She wished he would sweep all of the dishes off the dining room table and make wild passionate love to her on top of it. She came back to reality and instantly pulled her hand back until Deacon took a roll. Then she took one. The more she looked at his ruggedly handsome face, the more she wanted him.
    They made small talk through dinner and when they'd finished and Deacon had helped her clear the table and load the dishwasher, she suggested a walk. They chatted about their love of nature while she showed him her favorite trails. When they returned to her house, Deacon lingered on the front porch. Stefani was in no hurry for him to leave.
    â€œWould you like some coffee?” she offered. “Or some more wine?”
    â€œI'd love to, but it's getting late. I have to be at the factory first thing in the morning.” He placed a hand on her arm. “Liz is having a party next weekend. I'd like you to come.”
    â€œI'd love to.”