Guilty Hearts Tease

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"Give your mom a hug and a kiss goodbye." He resisted at first, but relented. "You be good. I'll see you tomorrow."


"Okay." He pushed away from her, looking around the room hoping no one important had seen them.

"Come on, crew." Sandra led the boys out with Nate following behind them.

"He'll be fine, you know. My sister is a wonderful mother, and Nate isn't so bad himself."

Tears pricked Dee's eyes and she blinked hard. If Matt had stayed in Pine Crest afterSteve's funeral, it could have been them walking out as a family, arm in arm. She wouldn't have to be alone. Why am I so emotional tonight? Did Sandra get to her that badly? She just sent her son into the lion's den, and he'd rather be there than with her. Every time Jared opted to spend his time with friends or Matt, she felt like he was slipping away. Dee shoved her hands into her back pockets.

"Yeah, I know. I just have such a hard time letting him go. Man, when he goes off to college, I will have to be locked away for a week!"

Matt shoved his arms into his jacket and zipped it up. He grabbed her jacket and held it open for her to slide into. "Come on. Put on your jacket and walk out with me before you embarrass the kid more by crying. If anyone he knows from school sees it, he'll never be able to hold his head high again."

Dee shook her head. "Gee, thanks. That helps a lot." He chuckled. She turned around and let him help her with her jacket. His arms slid around her as he pulled her close to whisper in her ear. "He'll always be your little boy. Just maybe not in public." He squeezed her tight, and she heard him inhale deeply as he breathed in her scent, tickling her neck. A warm sensation shot though her body, and she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring it. Then she recalled Sandra'swords, which chased away the comfort of being held. With all the force she could muster she pulled away and he let his arms fall.

"This probably isn't a good place for this, either, with Jared's friends here and all."

"Okay. I'll walk you out." He grabbed her hand and held tight. There was no way she could shake loose without making a scene, so she relaxed and let him lead her out. Gradually, for some reason, she lost the strength and the need to push him away. Instead she found the need to not let him go. All rational thought slipped away from her mind.

The air, cold but no longer frigid, didn't cool her desire. Warmer temperatures and the bright sun had caused the snow to melt, and the smell of wet earth tickled her nose, reminding her spring was near. Maybe it was cabin fever that made her want to jump Matt. No, that's just an excuse. She never stopped wanting Matt, and at the moment, she had no desire to resist him.

Jared had gone to Matt's sister's, and she was feeling weak after being attacked. There didn't seem to be a good reason to deny herself the comfort Matt could give her.He held her hand as they walked to her car in silence. There were no words needed, they both knew what was about to happen. Maybe Matt had planned it from the moment she sat down at his table. Although she still believed it wasn't right, she knew she wouldn't put up a fight tonight.

"Here we are, my dear." Matt stopped in front of her car.

"Where are you parked?"

"Over there." He pointed to his car.

"No more rusted Mustang?"

"Hey, I loved that car."

"Did it get you far enough away from me?"

Matt rubbed the back of his hand gently down her cheek. Dee leaned into it as her eyes closed. "Not tonight, Dee. Let's not discuss it right now. Tonight it's all about you and me and what we never finished."

Dee opened her eyes. "I don't want to finish anything. I just want to feel good with no guilt, just once."


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