then when will she be?” Lewis asked, doing his best to maintain a positive outlook. Not easy, given how unfairly he was being shot down.
Jake and Jenna looked at each other. “As far as we’re concerned, never,” Jake said. “At least during this visit.”
The thought of letting Lexie leave town without seeing her—again—did not sit well with Lewis, maybe because so many chances to connect had already passed them by. Deciding he wasn’t going to let the Remingtons’s assessment of his chances with Lexie decide the matter, Lewis insisted as politely as possible, “I just need a moment of her time. I won’t stay. I promise.”
Jenna sighed, looking thoroughly conflicted. She ran a hand through her short red-gold hair before frowning at Lewis. “She’d say yes, you know. All it would take is one look at you, and she’d be agreeing to whatever you asked.”
“And that would not be good for her,” Jake Remington clapped a firm hand on Lewis’s shoulder. “You need to go, son.”
Lewis dug in his heels. He did not want to leave it like this.
“Maybe the next time she’s home,” Mrs. Remington offered gently before putting an abrupt end to the conversation. The door shut and silence fell on the wide front porch of the elegant limestone ranch house.
Lewis stood there a moment longer, aware he hadn’t felt this foolish since he was twenty-three and failed to get up the nerve to talk to Lexie when she was home from college on fall break. Eight years had passed…and apparently little had changed. Swearing silently to himself, he turned and started down the porch steps to his SUV. He was almost there when he heard what sounded like a tapping noise. He turned in the direction of the house and saw Lexie Remington framed in an upstairs window, looking as heart-stoppingly beautiful as ever. She motioned to him, and pointed urgently toward the rear of the house. Then, with one last glance over her shoulder, to see if he were following, she disappeared from view.
A mixture of anticipation and excitement rippling through him, Lewis strode around the ranch house. At the rear of the house, Lexie was standing in an open second-floor window in what appeared to be an old-fashioned white lawn nightgown, with a high neck and long, billowing sleeves. Her strawberry-blond hair flowing in untamed waves around her slender shoulders, she looked like a princess in a turret. All she was missing was the tiara and he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d had one of those around some place. Arms on the sill, she leaned down toward him and invited in a soft, mischievous voice that further fueled his dreams, “Come on up.”
Lewis didn’t know whether to laugh or try and wake himself up from what was obviously the wildest fantasy he’d ever had. “How?” he whispered back, aware it was only seven-thirty and Lexie was already dressed for bed. Another anomaly in this increasingly bizarre situation. The Lexie he recalled had always been as much of a night person as he was. No way she would have gone straight from dinner into bed, even if she had just crossed the Atlantic Ocean. No way she would have worn such a ridiculously old-fashioned nightgown.
“Climb up the trellis,” she urged merrily, her alluring lips curving into a sexy smile.
Blood rushed through Lewis’s veins. Had her breasts always been that curvaceous and full, her features so delicate and sensual? “You’re kidding.” He couldn’t take his eyes from her face.
Her lovely features took on an air of challenge. To his disappointment, she tossed her head and shrugged as if it didn’t matter to her in the least. “Do you want to meet me with me or not?”
Lewis didn’t have to be asked twice.
LEXIE STOOD GUARD in her dimly lit bedroom while Lewis McCabe climbed up the trellis with a great deal more ease than she expected. By the time he hauled himself over her windowsill and into the bedroom she had inhabited during her youth, her heart was pounding. Why exactly, she couldn’t say. It wasn’t as if the two of them had ever meant anything to one another. They’d barely spoken to each other, although, it had been hard not to be aware of Lewis McCabe. He was just so darn smart. And, when he let his guard down, witty. She had lived for his subtle wisecracks and droll sense of humor.
Not that he had ever cared. Or noticed.
But he was here now. To see her. And how time had changed them both. He was taller than she recalled. Much taller. At least six-three. And buff. His shoulders were broad, his arms, chest, abdomen and legs—solid muscle. His face had filled out, too, giving him a ruggedly masculine appeal, a big departure from the hopelessly nerdy boy she recalled from her youth.
These days, his well-defined lips had a confident slant, and his angular jaw emanated power and determination. And yet, despite the fact that Lewis McCabe was now very much a man’s man, some things remained almost the same. His lively blue-gray eyes were still framed by the wire-rimmed glasses she had always found oh-so-sexy. His spiky light brown hair had hints of chestnut and gold woven throughout, although Lewis still hadn’t found a good barber. His clothes were…well…horrendous, but that was why he was trying so hard to see her. Because he knew he needed her help retooling his image. And he might not know it, yet, but she needed his help, too.
Lexie decided to cut straight to the chase. “I heard you talking to my parents and I know what you wanted to ask me. The answer is yes.”
Lewis couldn’t seem to stop looking at her long, white nightgown. Good thing he didn’t know how little she had under the deftly camouflaging fabric…. Now if only she could get her body to stop reacting to his presence.
“You’re serious,” Lewis said incredulously.
He didn’t have to look so surprised, Lexie thought irritably, as she brushed her hair away from her face. “I know you need my expertise in this area, and I am perfectly willing to help you come up with a personal style that better suits your position as CEO and president of McCabe Computer Games. You’re not just a computer genius, Lewis, you’re a successful executive now. You’ve got to dress the part.”
To Lexie’s surprise, Lewis wasn’t looking as pleased by her offer as she had expected. Perhaps because he had taken offense? Call it a hazard of her profession, but she did tend to be a tad blunt when summing up a client’s style woes. She flushed self-consciously and forced a smile. “I’ll waive my regular fee.”
Again, Lewis McCabe didn’t appear to know whether to be pleased by her generous offer, or insulted.
“Instead,” she forced herself to continue matter-of-factly, “I want something much more valuable from you.”
Having apparently recovered from the sight of her in the impossibly chaste nightgown, he strolled past her and settled confidently on the edge of her four-poster bed. He flashed her with a challenging half smile. “Okay, I’m all ears,” he prodded dryly.
Lexie swallowed, trying hard not to notice how at home he looked in her bedroom. “I heard you and your brother Brad have a ranch now—with horses.”
Lewis nodded, interest clearly piqued. “The Lazy M.”
Lexie raked her teeth across her lower lip. Her heart pounded at the implacable note in his low voice. “I want to go riding tonight.” The brisk October weather was perfect for an evening ride.
Lewis shrugged, unconcerned. “Put your jeans and boots on. I’ll take you.”
She edged close enough to inhale the brisk masculine scent of his cologne. “It’s not that simple,” she said, keeping her voice low enough so they wouldn’t be overheard.
Some emotion Lexie couldn’t quite identify flickered in Lewis’s eyes. “Of course it isn’t,” he replied knowingly.
Lexie felt the heat in her chest spread upward to her face. She told herself it was tension—and not his proximity—causing her heart to pound. “I can’t just walk out of here.”
Lewis cocked his head. “I don’t see why not,” he told her frankly. “You are a grown woman.”
Yes. She was.