The setting sun caught the slightly rusted front fender of the old station wagon parked by the trees and reflected a single beam toward the wide front porch. Rebecca closed the front door of the mansion and dropped the key into her dress pocket, then moved to the stairs and took a seat next to Austin."That's the last of them," she said as she settled herself on the wooden step. He shifted to make room for her. She wanted to tell him not to bother, that she wouldn't mind if their arms brushed, but she figured he might not want to know about that. After all, two mornings ago he hadn't taken her up on her subtle offer to make love again. She didn't think it was because he hadn't read the intent in her eyes. Austin might have a few flaws, but stupidity wasn't one of them."You had a lot of people out here helping," he said.His voice was low and controlled. She liked the sound of it, of him. When he spoke, she wanted to stretch like a cat napping in sunlight. Her body grew warm, her mind lethargic.
