A Mother's Wish: Wanted: Perfect Partner / Father's Day

Steve grinned. “My probation officer told me women like that sort of thing. Glad to know he was right.” He sipped his coffee and made a slurping sound. “By the way, you’ll be glad to hear I told him about you and me, and he did a background check on you and said it was fine for us to see each other.”

“That’s wonderful,” Meg said with enthusiasm that wasn’t entirely faked.

Steve set aside the delicate cup and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. He stared at Lindsey and smiled. “Yup, I got to thank you,” he said. “I realize your mother’s upset with you placing that ad and everything. It’s usually not a good idea to fool someone like that, but I wasn’t being completely honest with you, either, so I guess we’re even.”

Lindsey nodded.

“Your mother’s one special woman. There aren’t a lot of females who’d be willing to overlook my past. Most women don’t care that I’ve got a heart of gold. Your mama did. We sat down in that fancy restaurant and I took one look at her pretty face and I knew she was the woman for me.” He rubbed the side of his unshaven jaw and laughed. “I do have to tell you, though, that when you suggested Chez Michelle, I was afraid Meg might be too high maintenance for someone like me.”

“I’m sorry …” Lindsey floundered with the apology. “I didn’t know.”

“Don’t you worry. Your mama was worth every penny of that fancy dinner. Just getting to know her and love her—why, a man couldn’t ask for a prettier gal.” He eyed her as if she were a Thanksgiving feast, then moistened his lips, implying it was all he could do to keep from grabbing her right then and there and kissing her.

“Steve …” Meg muttered.

“Sorry,” he said, and seemed to pull himself together. “Earl Markham, my probation officer, says I’ve gotta be careful not to rush things. But I look at your beautiful eyes and I can’t help myself.”

“Yes, well … “

“You didn’t tell me how good-looking your daughter is,” he said, as though Meg had purposely been holding out on him.

“Lindsey’s my pride and joy,” Meg said, beaming her daughter a smile.

“I got plenty of friends who wouldn’t mind meeting a good-looking girl like you.” He winked at Lindsey, suggesting that all he needed was one word from her and he’d make the arrangements immediately.

“Absolutely not!” Meg said, forgetting this was just a game. “I won’t have you introducing my daughter to your friends.”

Steve’s eyes widened with surprise and he held up his right hand, as if taking an oath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. You don’t want Lindsey dating any of my buddies, fine, I’ll see it never happens.”

“Good.” Meg had to acknowledge that Steve was an excellent actor. He almost had her believing him. She suspected that was because he’d turned himself into the man she’d half expected to meet that night.

Steve smacked his lips. “I gotta tell you when I first saw Meg in that pretty black dress, my heart went all the way to the floor. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve seen since I was released.” His eyes softened as his gaze fell on Meg.

“Released?” Lindsey squeaked.

“From prison,” Steve clarified, his gaze immediately returning to Meg.

It would help considerably if he didn’t look so sincere, Meg thought.

“Yes, well …” she said, standing. But once she was on her feet, she wasn’t sure what to do.

“I’ll bet you want me to take you on that motorcycle ride I been promising you,” Steve said, downing the last of his coffee.

“Mom’s going on a motorcycle with you?” Lindsey asked, swallowing visibly.

“I’d better change clothes,” Meg said, eager to escape so she could speak to Steve alone.

“No need,” Steve said. “You can ride sidesaddle if you want. I brought my Hog. There’s plenty of room, although I gotta tell you, I been dreaming about you sitting behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist. You’ll need to hold on tight, honey, real tight.” His eyes didn’t waver from hers, and the sexual innuendo was unmistakable.

“Yes, well …” Either the room had grown considerably warmer or Meg was in deep trouble.

Judging by the look of disgust Lindsey cast her, she could see it was the latter.

“I think I’ll change into a pair of jeans, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Sure,” Steve said, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “Just don’t keep me waiting long, you hear?”

“I won’t,” she promised.

Meg rushed toward the stairs, anxious to get away.

Steve reached out to stop her. His hand closed over her shoulder and he brought her into his arms. She gasped in shock. Without giving her time to recover, he lowered his mouth to hers.

It was all for show, but that didn’t keep her heart from fluttering wildly. Her stomach muscles tightened at the unexpectedness of his kiss.

Her lips parted and she slid her arms tightly around his narrow waist.

Steve groaned and Meg was afraid the hunger she felt in him was a reflection of her own. By the time he dragged his lips from hers they were both panting. Speechless, they stared at each other.

“I’ll … I’ll be right back,” she managed to whisper. Then she raced up the stairs as if demons were in hot pursuit. On the way she caught a glimpse of Lindsey staring after her, open-mouthed.

Four

The minute they were alone outside, Meg hit Steve across his upper arm, hurting her hand in the process. Biting her lip, she shook her fingers several times, then clutched her aching hand protectively with the other.

“What was that for?” Steve demanded, glaring at her.

“You overdid it,” she snapped, barely understanding her own outrage.

“I had to convince her I was unsuitable, didn’t I?”

Meg bristled. “Yes, but you went above and beyond what we discussed. All that business about me being so beautiful,” she muttered as she walked to the driveway where he’d parked the Harley-Davidson. She climbed onto the leather seat without thinking.

“I thought I did a great job,” Steve argued. A smile raised the edges of his mouth.

“That’s another thing,” she said, unable to stop looking at him. “Was that kiss really necessary?”

“Yes,” he said calmly, but Meg could tell that he didn’t take kindly to her rebuke. “Lindsey needed to see me in action,” he insisted.

“You frightened my daughter half out of her wits as it was. There was no need to … “

Steve’s eyes widened, then softened into a smile. “You liked the kiss,” he said flatly. “You liked it and that scared you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! It … it was disgusting.”

“No, it wasn’t.” His smile was cocky. He laughed, the timbre low and mildly threatening. “Maybe I should prove how wrong you are.”

Meg shifted uncomfortably on the seat. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, feigning boredom. “You’re going to take me out for an hour or so and then drive me back. Right? By the way, where did you get the motorcycle?”