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Fiona shuffled restlessly as she watched for the choir director’s signal.
The final hymn was about to start, and then she’d have the whole day ahead to relax and relish the memory of last night.
Wyatt had been an amazingly talented and focused lover.
She hadn’t expected a biker to be quite so attentive to her pleasure.
She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she recalled the number of times he’d brought her to orgasm, with his hands, his cock, and his mouth.
The man was so good, she’d almost given in to the desire to ask personal questions, like maybe his phone number, but that was a slippery slope she didn’t want to start on.
The next thing you know, there’d be a second night of awesome sex, and that might lead to a whole weekend full of amazing orgasms.
Nope. Not happening. The memory of last night should keep her going for the next few months at least.
She dragged her attention back to the present. The choir leader lifted her hands, and Fiona took a deep breath in readiness. “Morning Has Broken” was one of her favorite hymns.
The service was finally finished and Fiona gathered her music, slotting it into the holder in the back of the pew in front of her.
“Fiona?”
She turned to see Sasha, Reverend Mac’s daughter, hopping up and down on one foot. Fiona suspected the little girl never quite stood still.
She smiled at the child. “Yes?”
“Daddy asked me to tell you to come down to the office when you’re done. He has a favor for you.”
“A favor for me?”
Sasha frowned. “I think he said a favor for you.” She smiled, showing off the space left by two missing front teeth. “He said to come to the office.”
“Well then, you can tell him I’ll be along in just a minute.”
“Okay.” Sasha dashed off down the aisle, her pigtails flying merrily behind her.
Fiona shook her head. If only she had that much energy.
She said a quick prayer and grabbed her purse.
Since she worked as the church receptionist, the reverend often asked her for small favors such as picking up things on her way to work.
He’d probably forgot to order kitchen supplies again and had a list for her.
She could hear the low murmur of voices as she turned into the corridor leading to the office. Hopefully, that meant she’d be able to find out what Mac wanted quickly and head home for a Sunday afternoon snooze. A night of amazing sex took its toll.
The door to the office was halfway open, and she knocked softly, not wanting to interrupt.
Mac must have been standing right there because he opened it immediately.
She stayed in the hallway. “Sasha said you were looking for me?”
Mac grinned. “Yes, come on in.” He gestured her into the office. “I want you to meet an old friend of mine.”
Fiona groaned inwardly but plastered a smile on her face. Maybe not so quick an escape.
“This is Wyatt, an old army buddy of mine!” Mac beamed, not noticing her suddenly pale features. “He’s agreed to be our new maintenance man. He’ll be staying in the apartment out back, and I thought maybe you could give him a tour of the place, help him get settled.”
He turned to the man on the far side of the room, the man she’d left lying buck-naked on a motel room bed less than five hours ago. “Fiona is our receptionist and general gal Friday. She probably knows more about this building and grounds than I do.”
Wyatt extended his hand, and to her immense relief said nothing about their previous meeting. “Nice to meet you, Fiona. I’d really appreciate you taking time to get me up to speed. I’m sure you don’t usually work on Sundays.”
How the hell did her one-night stand from fifty miles and four towns down the road manage to turn up at church the next morning?
The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously. Nice to meet you? Apparently, he planned to pretend they hadn’t spent last night exploring each other’s naked, sweating bodies. Thank goodness for that at least. She wasn’t sure her position at the church would survive that kind of revelation.
She took the proffered hand and gave him her sweetest smile. “Nice to meet you too. Wyatt, is it?”
His hand was every bit as warm as she remembered it to be, and he held hers just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “Yes. Wyatt, like the gunslinger at the O.K. Corral.”
She wrinkled her nose, assessing his casual jeans and T-shirt. “Interesting. You really don’t resemble a cowboy.”
His eyes twinkled. “Maybe if I had a straw hat? Or rode one of those mechanical bull things they have at some of the western-themed bars?”
It was her turn to suppress her mirth. “Maybe. Do they still do that? I thought that was more of an eighties thing.”
Wyatt nodded solemnly. “No, I’m pretty sure there’s still some around. I used to be pretty good at riding them. I’ll have to find one, and you can come to watch me ride.”
Mac beamed at them, oblivious to the undertones.
“I knew you two would hit it off!” He glanced down at his watch.
“Hate to introduce you and run, but I have the men’s Bible study down in the blue room in ten minutes so I’d better go set up the coffee.
I swear they show up more for that than my insight into Genesis. ”
Fiona laughed. “I’ve tried your coffee. I think I can safely say it is not the kind people rush to get a second cup of.”
Wyatt nodded in vigorous agreement. “Unless your coffee-making skills have improved since our army days, I second that.”
Mac grinned. “Well, in that case, those guys must really love the Bible! Show him around, Fiona, and give him the apartment keys. We can sort the rest out tomorrow.” He headed for the door. “Gotta run. See you later, Wyatt, and see you in the morning, Fiona.”
Fiona watched as her boss hightailed it out the door, leaving her alone with the one guy she’d never thought she’d see again.
She looked up into those sexy eyes. “Well.” She cleared her throat. “This is a little awkward.”
Wyatt nodded solemnly, but she could see the twinkle in his eyes. “It is. I didn’t take you to be a…” His voice trailed off.
Fiona raised one brow. “A what? A church secretary?” He hardly had room to complain. “I thought you were a bad-assed biker dude with a cowboy hat. How was I supposed to know your best buddy was my boss, the reverend?”
“Hmm.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “I guess we both have a little explaining to do.”
“Or not.” Fiona walked behind her desk and opened the drawer where the extra keys were kept. “Last night was a onetime thing. It didn’t mean anything. We could just pretend it never happened.”
Wyatt’s brows shot skyward at Mach One. “You want to pretend I don’t know how well your breasts fit into the palms of my hands?”
“Shhhhh!” Fiona strode across the room and stuck her head out the doorway to make sure no one was within hearing distance. “You can’t say things like that!” Satisfied that they were indeed alone, she glared at him. “Someone might hear you!”
“I’ll be quiet if you promise to have dinner with me.”
“Seriously? You’re going to blackmail me into having dinner with you?”
He nodded. “Unless you’d rather go straight to the good stuff?”
Fiona frowned. “The good stuff?”
A slow, sexy smile spread across Wyatt’s face, and she could feel the heat rising in hers as she realized what he was inferring. “Okay. Dinner. But that’s all!” She grabbed the key to the janitor’s quarters and practically rushed out the door. “Your new digs are this way.”
Wyatt sauntered out behind her, forcing her to slow down to wait for him. “So you sing in the choir?”
Fiona looked over her shoulder. “Yes.”
“And you’re Mac’s receptionist?”
She shrugged, turning down the short hallway that led to the suite. “Yes. That’s my official title. I act as the receptionist, I book the hall rentals, I look after the correspondence and the bookkeeping and pretty much anything else he needs me to do.”
“He’s lucky to have you.”
She glanced up sharply. The words were softly spoken, with a ring of sincerity to them.
“I’m serious. You seem like a very nice woman, and just because you felt the need to go out and find someone to spend the night with does not make you a bad person.
Hell, I was there too and just as willing to participate.
We all have our needs, and I never did believe in the double standard.
We’re both unattached so it shouldn’t be an issue.
Having said that, I realize it would be awkward for you, actually for both of us, if our little night of passion became common knowledge so I’m willing to pretend it never happened and start fresh. Deal?”
Was he serious? Could she trust him? Her track record with the male of the species didn’t seem to warrant it, but Mac obviously liked the guy and Mac was one of the few truly good men she’d ever known so maybe…
“Sure. Deal.” She gave him a tentative smile and turned to the oak door in front of her.
“Here we are.” She unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“No one has stayed here since the last custodian, Henry, left us last year. We’ve been using a contract service since then but I know Mac really wanted someone to live-in.
More handy for emergencies, you know? Plus it’s better for security. ”
She was rambling. Damn. She needed to get a grip. Just because he was every bit as sexy as she remembered did not mean she had to act like some lovesick schoolgirl. She was a mature woman. An adult. With a job. Responsibilities.
And a real appreciation for a well-hung cowboy!
She shook her head impatiently as if she could dislodge that traitorous voice in her head.