TRRs Year-End Splash Party 2012-Q & A answer!

The Romance Reviews Year-End  Splash Party 2012

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The coffee pot started gurgling, taking Julie’s mind off the questions that were running in her head. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted in the kitchen. Yeah, she could use a cup.

Tristan was opening the cupboards, his back to her. He looked so great in jeans. She had seen him many times in his slacks and long-sleeved shirts with ties—he looked great in semi-formal clothes. But in blue jeans, he was simply ruggedly gorgeous, like a dangerous cowboy. Julie licked her lips. She’d seen lots of male models, but they didn’t have the same effect on her Tristan did.

Tristan reached for the coffee mugs in the cupboards, giving Julie a tantalizing view of his flexing muscles through the white shirt. And his butt…hmm…she could look at it all day. She had felt those muscles when he pleasured her. Strong and powerful. She wondered what he was looking for in a woman. Beautiful like Carly, of course. What else?

“You’re done looking. Do you want coffee now?”

“I wasn’t looking, I was just thinking,” she started, realizing Tristan caught her staring at his butt.

Tristan brought the two mugs and gave one to her. “Thinking about what?”

“About what Kirsten told me.”

“Oh, boy. What did she tell you?”

“Why you’re floundering.”

“Floundering?”

“Yeah. You’re a Pediatrician, established and so handsome, single and married moms take their babies to your clinic for as simple as a scratch on their knees. Women have been after you since sixth grade. Are you really serious about staying a bachelor again forever?”

“Hmm…guess not. I’m getting married again in three days, right? With you?”

“Ours is different.”

“If you want to know if I would settle down and have kids and a dog, a backyard with a picket fence, and a minivan someday, it depends.” He took a sip of his coffee.

“Depends on what?”

“Love. When I fall in love again, I will settle down again. Right now though, my chance of finding the right one is nil.”

“Why?”

“Because before I could go out on a second date with a girl, Julie Parrish would sabotage my name, sending her running as if her ass was on fire.”

“I did not sabotage your name. They are all gullible. They wouldn’t believe me if they trusted you.”

“Well, you see, they didn’t get a chance to get to know me. Trust comes after more than three dates, love.” Tristan chuckled.

Why, oh, why does he keep calling me love? “What’s funny?”

“You always blush.” He placed the coffee on the table, then bent down to level his gaze with her. “And this here,” he touched the base of her neck, “the pulse there, always jumps. So fascinating to watch.”

Julie flinched, scorched by his fingertip. She forced herself not to lean into his hand and rub her cheek like a mewling cat. She sipped her coffee, when all she wanted to do was suck his finger. Good grief! Suck his finger? What in the world is wrong with me? He would drive her insane, she thought. By the time Marla and her beady-eyed son arrived, she’d be a roasted pig. She felt like being barbecued every time he was near her. Not good. Not at all.

All the thoughts of sucking and rubbing her body made her knees go soft on her. She decided to sit down before she collapsed on the floor. She propped her foot on Tristan’s chair and continued to sip her coffee.

“How’s the foot?” he asked and sat beside her.

“Still attached,” she answered.

Tristan placed his coffee cup on the table, then lifted Julie’s foot with care before sitting on the chair. He placed Julie’s foot on his lap and started massaging her toes.

“Why cold, suddenly? You really want us to continue kissing, huh?”

“I’m not giving you a cold shoulder and I definitely do not want your kisses. Like you said, it leads to something more…uhm…intimate.” The word rolled off her tongue the way his rolled on her nipples.

Coffee spurted out of her mouth. She couldn’t believe where her line of thoughts were going. Never in her life had she thought of such carnal things, unless she was writing. Now Tristan hadn’t even been in her house one day and she was already thinking like a wanton, sex depraved woman. She groaned so loud from embarrassment, Tristan laughed at her.

Tristan pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, surprising Julie. She didn’t know anyone who still carried that piece of material anymore.

He dabbed at her chin and mouth. “You said you tripped a lot of times because you have big feet and long legs. Now tell me why you couldn’t drink coffee without burning yourself? Got cow tongue?”

“I do not have a cow tongue.” Julie flicked his nose and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oww, God darn it, woman. You’re aggressive.” He swatted her next attempt to flick his ear, laughing. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?”

“I heard on the news about a cow missing her eyelashes. You stole them, didn’t you?”

“Ha.Ha.”

“So are you up for a little drive in downtown Seattle?”

“What for?”

“To apply for our wedding license, of course,” Tristan’s eyes twinkled before cupping her face for a deep, long, and arousing kiss.