Mad, Bad and Blonde - Cathie Linz [71]
“Mmm, you’re on seduction mode.”
Speech was replaced with hot, wet kisses. Damn, Caine was a fine kisser. The best. That tongue of his should be labeled dangerous to a woman’s peace of mind and definitely dangerous to her common sense. Faith hadn’t made out like this as a teenager, and now she realized what she’d been missing. There was something to be said for slowing things down and enjoying every second. While his mouth consumed hers, his hand leisurely rubbed and caressed her breast under the minimal cover of her sexy halter top.
The sound of yelling dragged Faith from her passion-induced haze. An elderly woman driving a boat-sized old Cadillac had pulled alongside them before apparently getting out and banging on their windshield. “Do that hankypanky stuff somewhere else. I need this parking space!”
Chapter Fifteen
Twenty minutes later, Faith dumped her backpack on the floor just inside her front door and headed straight for the kitchen. She’d tugged her navy T-shirt over her slutty halter top before entering her building. She really didn’t need any of her neighbors seeing her in that wild outfit.
Her stomach growled as she opened her fridge. She hadn’t had any dinner, and she was hungry.
Yeah, you’re hungry, her inner voice mocked. Hungry for more of Caine’s kisses.
Her life was rapidly turning into the Tale of Two Faiths. One part of her knew she was playing with fire by responding to him. Yet the more time she spent with Caine, the harder it was to resist him. He’d apologized for not being able to take her to dinner tonight because he had to work on another case for King Investigations.
That brought her to the second part of her conflicted self. This was the logical part filled with questions. How was she supposed to believe that Caine wanted her for her and not just as a way of exacting revenge on her father by breaking her heart? Her gut told her that wasn’t the case, but how could she trust her own judgment when the choices she’d made, like getting engaged to Alan, were clearly mistakes? Could she really afford to risk getting badly hurt by making another mistake? Could she just have blind faith that things would work out with Caine?
Despite her name, blind faith had never come easily for Faith. It all went back to that worst-case scenario thinking. The one time she’d abandoned it, she’d been left at the altar. So much for blind faith.
The worst-case scenario here was too bad to even contemplate right now. So she instead focused her attention on scrounging up some food. She clearly needed to place another order with Peapod to have more groceries delivered. As it was, the contents of her fridge consisted of the usual condiments, English muffins, blueberry jelly, organic yogurt, skim milk, leftover asparagus quiche from the Comfort Café, a bag of light Caesar salad and something wrapped in foil that she was afraid to open.
The choice was clear: quiche and a salad. She curled up on her couch with her plate and watched two episodes of her guilty pleasure, the cartoon Jane and the Dragon. Now that she was a PI, she probably should have been watching CSI or NCIS or something involving investigative work.
So sue her. At the moment, she needed to watch the show based on the books by Martin Baynton.
Besides, it wasn’t as if Jane was a wimp. She was a girl who wanted to be a knight, not a lady-in-waiting. Come to think of it, Jane was actually a kick-ass kind of girl. Sure, she got help sometimes from the court jester and a dragon, but they were sidekicks.
Faith had trouble sleeping that night, and when she did doze off, she had nightmares about dragons with swords and Caine laughing at her fears before kissing her, leaving her aching for more.
Faith went to work the next morning with dark circles under her eyes. She’d tried to cover them up with makeup, but cosmetics could only do so much.
“A rough night?” Abs asked with a knowing smile.
“I was working,” Faith said.
Gloria walked by before back-stepping to pause, shake