to staff the Dream A Little Dream Foundation created by a client of hers, an eccentric heiress who wanted to fund people’s dreams. “No. I must begin anew with a man from my past. That’s the message.”
“Your ex-husband? The financial sinkhole?” Autumn asked.
“It wasn’t clear. So I had a second reading.”
“I would, too,” Autumn said. “Jonathan was a los—”
“Easy.” Sugar jabbed Autumn, who was a tad blunt.
“I always wanted another chance with him,” Esmeralda mused, “but the cosmos rarely gives you want you want.”
“Of course not. That might make you happy.” Autumn blocked Sugar’s next jab.
“But the second reading said the same. So, I’ll just see.”
“Sounds like exciting times for all of us, huh?” Sugar said. “Anything else in there?” She thrust the teacup, with its appealing suggestion of Gage’s face, under Esmeralda’s nose.
Esmeralda only smiled. “Just open your eyes and smell the roses.”
“That’s all she gets? Mixed-up clichés?” Autumn again.
“And, you, Autumn, must give the benefit of the doubt.”
“You read that in there?” Autumn peered into her cup.
“Just keep me on speed-dial, you two,” Esmeralda said smugly. “I promise I won’t say I told you so. Now drink up so I can do our nails. I created a special design.” A manicure by Esmeralda was part three of their birthday tradition.
“Here’s to turning thirty-five and turning it around,” Sugar said, lifting the dregs of her margarita.
“Here’s to turning thirty-five and having it all,” Autumn said, clicking her glass.
“Here’s to turning thirty-five and doing it better,” Esmeralda said firmly.
They all laughed, gulped their drinks and grinned at each other. Thirty-five would be big, all right. Sugar could see in Esmie’s wistful smile, in Autumn’s don’t-dare-hope expression and in her own breathless eagerness.
She would definitely keep her friends on speed-dial. She couldn’t wait for the adventure to begin.
1
GAGE MAGUIRE watched Sugar twist the dial on the vibrating water bed so it started up a rhythmic rocking that would have given a stone statue hot thoughts.
Lately, around Sugar, even mundane moments did that to him—balancing their budget, clearing a copier jam, accepting a shake of Tic Tacs. Three days with her at the Sextique International Expo checking out erotic products for their resort had been pure hell.
And now they lay body to body on a vibrating bed.
His usually sturdy defenses were failing him—had been ever since his amicable breakup with Adrienne two weeks ago. It was not the breakup per se, but something Adrienne had said.
You’re in love with your partner, you big dope. She’d shaken her head at him as though he were blind or stupid. Maybe both.
He’d scoffed then. And later, when he thought about it. How could he be in love with Sugar? Sure, they’d been attracted to each other when they met twelve years ago in college, but they’d wisely ignored it. Sugar always had a boyfriend and Gage wasn’t interested in elbowing his way to the front of the line.
And, yeah, there’d been a flare-up when they became partners six years ago, but they’d sensibly squelched that. Since then, the sparks had been muted, like fireworks through clouds. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Until now.
Sugar rolled toward him, a breath away on the shivering sheets. “Would that turn you on?” she teased, her green eyes glowing, big and luminous as a cat’s. She reminded him of one—sensual and quick, purring with pleasure, then dashing away at the slightest noise. And she never came when you called. “Maybe not you,” she amended, “but most guys.”
She harassed him about his self-control, a trait that had served him well for the six years they’d been partners.
“If you’re into paint spinners.” He fought to keep the tension out of his voice.
“Good point.” She turned it down a notch, then fell back beside him on the roiling surface, their arms rubbing gently together. “Better?”
Just great. The new rhythm suggested serious thrusting. “Fine, Sugar.”
“I can’t tell. Maybe it takes an all-night test.”
Good Lord, no. “I think I’m getting the idea.”
Maybe the problem was his birthday—tomorrow he’d be thirty-five. A benchmark year and about time for the other shoe to drop in his life. He felt as though he’d been holding his breath for years.
“You think so?” Sugar’s voice vibrated with the mattress.
“Yeah.” Just to prove he was still in control, Gage pushed up on his elbow and looked down at her.
Just look at her. His heart punched his lungs so hard he couldn’t haul in a breath. Her breasts jiggled gently under the clingy top, her black hair brushed his arm, but it was her face that got to him. It was sturdy, yet delicate, with a small nose, soft, mobile mouth and huge green eyes lit with intelligence and a no-bullshit gleam. And fire. Lots of fire.
“More like a MixMaster on low, don’t you think?” she said, her easy smile going smart-ass in a heartbeat. Sweet with a bite, that was his Sugar—like a margarita with that scorpion sting of tequila whapping you a good one up the back of the head.
“Maybe.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. What was going on with him? Was he in love with her?
“A gentle sway would be better.” Sugar turned to adjust the dial, but when she rolled back, she misjudged the wave and landed right on top of him, breasts pressed against him, thick hair a curtain between their faces. She smelled of vanilla and skin and the spearmint gum she favored.
“Wow,” she said, her face going pink, her eyes flickering with startled heat. She seemed to melt into him.
“Yeah. Wow.” Emotion rose and rushed through him on a wave of heat and need. And more. Something bigger and more important.
Dammit all, he was in love with her.
Now what? He had to think, figure it out, decide. But Sugar shivered against him and licked her trembling lips, making him lose all reason.
Kiss her.
Are you crazy? Gage didn’t go with momentary urges. He pondered options, evaluated outcomes, made the wisest choice.
Kiss her, you ass.
Now.
Acting on impulse, he touched Sugar’s cheek, lifted his mouth, and—
“Enjoying the Good Vibrations?” The bonehead salesman loomed over them, eager and unctuous. “I guarantee the Good Vibrations 3000 is the best bed on the market today.”
“We’re not sure about the levels,” Sugar said, rolling to look at the guy. She sounded relieved to be interrupted. “It’s hard to tell in such a short time.”
“We do offer a thirty-day, money-back trial,” the rep said, practically rubbing his hands together.
While the doofus and Sugar discussed that possibility, Gage sorted his thoughts. He was in love with Sugar. When had that happened? A while back? Years ago maybe? Had he just blocked it?
And what should he do about it? Hope it would pass? Or take action? Go for it? He had to do something. First, he had to get rid of Mr. Good Vibrations.
“We’ll let you know,” Gage snapped at the guy, who backed up as though