Midnight Angel (6 page)

He completed her, she realized now, and as
he held her tight, she wondered if this moment together would be
one of their last. Because he’d never be satisfied in Acton, the
small town with its slow pace and lack of excitement. The town he’d
happily left behind once before.

* * *

A quick kiss, no explanation, and Dylan left
first thing the next morning. Holly told herself she was glad, that
things had played out as she’d expected. She told herself she could
handle the brief fling he obviously wanted and intended. And she’d
keep telling herself that until she believed her own words.

She stopped at the office to do some
insurance paperwork and see a few sick patients, before heading to
the grocery store to fill her empty refrigerator and the department
store for gifts. Christmas carols played over the speakers in the
supermarket as she loaded her cart. As usual, the store was the
central meeting place, and more than one friendly face commented on
Dylan’s return and how his car had been parked on her street late
into the night.

Her face flushed hot with the first remark,
and she was certain her cheeks remained pink as she went up and
down the aisles. By the time she reached the checkout line and
pushed her cart behind Dylan’s mother of all people, she was sure
she had reached her maximum state of mortification.

“Holly, honey, how are you?” Kate asked, as
she placed her items onto the belt.

“Just fine. And you?”

“Good. Good,” she said, smiling. “About
Dylan—”

“Yes?” Holly asked warily.

Because of her relationship with Dylan and
all the time she’d spent with his family, she and his mother had
remained close after he’d gone. By unspoken agreement though,
they’d never discussed Dylan. Apparently that was about to
change.

“I’m so happy you and my son have made your
peace.” Kate beamed, obviously unfazed that Dylan had been out all
night at Holly’s.

But Holly was even more humiliated than
before. Not once last night had she given small-town gossip a
thought, and since she and Dylan were both adults, she certainly
hadn’t been thinking that his mother would notice his absence.

She gripped the cart handle tighter, her
knuckles white as she tried to acknowledge Kate’s comment without
embarrassing herself further. “We’ve come to an understanding,” she
said diplomatically.

Better than admitting Dylan had spent the
night in her bed, his big body wrapped around hers, his hands doing
all sorts of sinful, erotic things to her. And she had more than
reciprocated, relearning his body, what he liked, what he loved and
what really turned him on.

She shivered and forced a smile for his
mother’s sake.

Kate continued talking. “I told Dylan I
expected you both for dinner tomorrow night. It is Christmas Eve,
after all.”

Before Dylan’s return, Nicole had invited
her over but she hadn’t decided whether she’d rather be alone.
“That’s sweet but I’m not sure what my plans are yet,” Holly
hedged. She and Dylan hadn’t made any more plans to see each other,
and she didn’t want his choices to be influenced by his mother’s
command.

But Kate waved a hand, dismissing Holly’s
words. “Your mother would never forgive me if I left you alone on
the holiday when she was with her sister. Besides, look at all the
food in the cart. I’ll cook all day tomorrow. Dylan’s already
agreed, so it’s settled.”

Holly inhaled deeply and let the decision be
made for her. “Then at least let me bring dessert.”

“Nonsense, honey. You just spend time with
Dylan and let me worry about dinner. Just bring yourself around
four. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said, knowing she’d bring
something
anyway. “I look forward to it.” Which was true.
She’d love to spend the holiday with Dylan and his family.

She just hoped Dylan felt the same way.

* * *

Dylan returned from his meeting with the
real estate agent on an all-time high. He’d found the perfect
parcel of land and had already made an offer. If he closed his
eyes, he could envision exactly the kind of house he wanted to
build there. He returned to Holly’s, whistling as he rang the bell
and waited for her to answer.

She opened the door, a smile on her face
that widened when she saw him. She wore casual sweats and a pink
sweatshirt she’d cut at the arms and across the middle. With her
tousled curls and lightly made-up face, she looked delicious, good
enough to eat and definitely good enough to come home to every
single day.

He grinned and whistled louder.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” she said.

He stepped inside and swung her through the
air before setting her bare feet down on the floor. But not before
letting her slide down the length of his body and feel how much
he’d missed her. “I’m just enjoying life.”

She looked at him curiously, and her gaze
narrowed as she studied him. “So just where were you that put you
in such a good mood?”

“I was Christmas shopping. For you,” he
said, teasing her.

“You were out doing something for me?” Her
blue eyes twinkled with delight.

“You bet.” He debated whether to tell her
about the land now or wait to give her her gift until Christmas
Eve, like in his dream.

A chimelike ring sounded from the kitchen,
drawing his attention. “I didn’t realize I left my cell here.” He
thought he’d left it at his mother’s place.

Holly nodded. “It’s been ringing all
afternoon. I’m guessing voice mail picked it up.”

He could hear the withdrawal in her voice,
and he rolled his suddenly stiff shoulders. The last thing he
needed or wanted was his other life intruding on the headway he’d
been making with Holly, but he couldn’t afford to be out of touch
for too long.

He glanced towards the kitchen. “Let me
check the messages and then we can talk, okay?”

She nodded. “Sure. I’ve got some gifts of my
own to wrap,” she said with a wink and left him alone.

He grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper and
retrieved his messages, jotting down notes of who’d called. Then he
returned the most pressing messages.

Holly entered the kitchen to find Dylan on
the phone, pad and paper in front of him. She stepped inside, not
wanting to bother him, but he gestured for her to come in,
indicating she wasn’t intruding on a private conversation.

Still, he was obviously absorbed in the
discussion, and as she passed by the table, she saw he was noting
figures and names on the paper, then tossing alternative numbers
and people back at the person on the other end of the phone. He was
animated and engaged, and it was obvious to Holly he loved what he
did, down to what she assumed was negotiations on starring in a
movie.

She was as much intrigued by his business as
she was dismayed by the realization that she’d never truly have
him. Not if it meant him settling in their small hometown and
leaving the glitz, glamour and business of Hollywood behind. If
she’d held any illusions or hopes, they were dispelled that
instant.

Yet as much as the realization hurt, she’d
never want to take something away from him that he loved so much.
For the first time she understood what he meant when he said he’d
left so she could pursue her dream and not resent him later on. She
wouldn’t want him to resent her either. She cared too much. So she
would gladly take all he offered now and be grateful for this time
they shared. A time she intended to make the most of as soon as he
got off the phone.

While she waited for him to finish his call,
she pulled a jar of Marshmallow Fluff out of the cabinet and a
spoon from the drawer. She hopped up on the countertop the way she
sometimes did when she was eating in a rush and feasted on her
favorite snack.

“Yes, yes, I’ll think it over and get back
to you,” Dylan said, his deep voice interrupting her thoughts. He
paused before adding, “No, I’m not calling Melanie back. My
decision about this has nothing to do with whether
she
takes the lead female role.”

Holly’s stomach jumped at the mention of the
other woman’s name. She scooped a heaping teaspoonful of
Marshmallow Fluff and stuffed it into her mouth for good
measure.

Meanwhile Dylan groaned. “Can you call Harry
for me? I don’t care how much he hates you, I pay you to run
interference,” he said and finally clicked off, ending the
call.

“My agent,” he said, turning her way. He
shot her an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. It took longer than
I thought.”

She shrugged. “It’s business. I
understand.”

He rose and strode over to where she sat.
“Do you picture me as a superhero?” he asked.

“Would you have to wear tights?”

He laughed. “Why? Do you have a problem with
my legs?”

“Nope.” They were as strong and powerful as
the rest of him. But something told her that despite their banter,
this wasn’t a lightly asked question. Rather, he was asking her
opinion on his next role. “Wasn’t your last film more serious?”

“You saw
Last Dawn
?”

She forced a nod. Hard as it was to admit,
she’d seen all his movies. She made it a point to go alone to the
theater in order to spare herself questions, comments and innuendo
from her friends.

“My guess is that now you’re worried if you
go back to an action film or one based on a comic book character,
you’ll be taking a step backward when it comes to being taken more
seriously as an actor.”

“How’d you know?” he asked, surprise evident
in his tone. Yet by the warm smile and gleam in his eyes, he was
obviously pleased she understood his concerns without him having to
explain.

“I watched the evolution of your work.” She
stated the truth for his benefit alone. Admitting she’d followed
his career made her feel even more vulnerable to him than she
already was.

“And what’d you think?” A muscle ticked in
his jaw as he leaned against the counter beside her.

She wondered if the insecurity she sensed
was a figment of her imagination or if he really cared about what
she thought of his work.

She placed the jar down on the counter,
pushing it out of the way. “
Last Dawn
was a real stretch,”
she said of his portrayal of a convict on death row. “You showed
depth and range. Real growth.”

“And?” he asked, correctly sensing she
wasn’t through critiquing him yet.

“And taking a commercial role now could
damage the new reputation you’re seeking to establish.”

He leaned forward, his forehead close to
hers. “You’re suggesting I turn it down?”

She drew a deep breath, finding it hard to
believe he’d need her opinion on something so important. “I’m
saying you should think long and hard before agreeing. And—”

“And?” he asked, grinning.

“And the possibility of Melanie Masterson
playing opposite you has nothing to do with that suggestion,” she
said, forcing the words out on a rush of air.

He tipped his head backward and let loose
with a genuine laugh. “Nothing to do with it?”

She shoved his shoulder with one hand,
hating that he’d caught her feeling any jealousy at all. “Almost
nothing,” she said.

“You need to know she was a fling,” he told
her.

“A long-lasting one though.” She couldn’t
help but state facts and hope he’d fill her in some more.

He tipped his head to one side, studying
her. “I was searching for something, trying to pretend she could
fill a void …” His voice trailed off.

His words reminded her of her own feelings
about John and a distinct wave of guilt arose. She tamped it down.
John had given her this time to figure things out, and from the
look on his face, he already knew where her heart lay. She sighed
and pushed thoughts of John out of her head, at least for a few
more days. She’d promised herself this time and she needed to take
it.

Meanwhile, Dylan sat waiting for her reply.
“I get it more than you know,” she murmured. “As for the movie, you
have to know my opinion doesn’t mean a thing. I don’t know the
business or the players. I don’t even know how important commercial
success is to you.”

In short, Holly thought, she was on the
outside of his life looking in. She felt like a complete fraud
offering her opinion at all.

He stepped between her legs, his face inches
from hers. “I beg to differ, babe.”

His words caught her up short. “Why?”

“Because of all the people in this world,
you know me. You get me. My agent was clicking his teeth at the
money involved, and my publicist would kill to work on a project
like this.” He frowned, a testament to how few people in his inner
circle had his own interests completely at heart.

“And it goes without saying that Melanie
would like to lasso me and drag me kicking and screaming to the
studio lot since it suits her needs. So I have no one to turn to
except myself. And you. If I didn’t want or trust your judgment, I
wouldn’t have asked.”

“Oh.” Her mouth had grown dry at his
admission.

Her heart squeezed tight at the possibility
that just maybe he was placing her in a position of importance in
his life. She was too afraid to ask.

She’d rather reach out and enjoy
now
as she’d promised herself she’d do. And with him
settled between her thighs, his lips inches from hers, he was in a
prime position for her to do exactly that.

Dylan had noticed the uncertainty in Holly’s
eyes from the moment she joined him in the kitchen. It wasn’t him
she mistrusted but the lure of his career. That’s what had taken
him away from her before. Damned if he knew how to convince her
that she was exactly what he needed, not just in his life as a
friend, but an integral part of it.

He didn’t have time to think, let alone
talk, any more, not when she was linking her ankles behind his back
and pulling him deeper into the vee of her legs. Though the
rational part of him knew she was using sex to escape serious
discussion, desire flooded him, the need to be inside her again
all-consuming.