She turned around and looked at Matthew to see him smile with a mixture of pride and enjoyment. She did not know how to react. In shock and unable to think of what to do or say, she turned back to the painting.
There on the easel was a painting of her in all her naked glory, as she had stood in the river when they had first met. He had perfectly painted her in the surroundings and it seemed so real that she had an insight on what he had seen. He had painted her form perfectly. Her face was very recognizable, as her wet hair had been pushed back to reveal her features; a stubborn strand hung over her shoulder and framed her one breast as if to draw attention to it. Her skin glistened with the moisture still clinging to her. Her hands were at her side, fingertips gently touching the surf
And so Friday afternoon at two, Kara was packed and ready to go, though not eager in the least. A knock sounded on the door and she opened to see a well-dressed Matthew Connor standing in the doorway. He wore dark blue jeans and a casual, button-up short-sleeved shirt. The light blue of the shirt made his blue eyes that much more intense. His casual elegance froze her for a moment. He smiled a greeting before he took her luggage and loaded it in the back of his 4x4.Well, at least he had some manners, she thought as she locked her front door and came down the steps, trying to calm her nerves. He held the car door open for her before he went around to the driver’s side. Kara angrily shoved the thought aside; he had never been anything other than courteous, except for the threat with the painting. And the threat trumped any manners he might have.There was a long silence when they left the road leading to her ra
It seemed the entire family was waiting for them on the sidewalk when the car pulled up to a large, but unassuming farmhouse style house with a wrap-around porch. Kara was slightly worried at the many people embracing Matthew and then turning expectantly to meet her, only to greet her the same way his older brother had. Her nerves were shod by the time the greetings were over with and she wondered at how his family seemed to enjoy touch so much. She had noticed that even in conversation they would touch an arm or a shoulder as if they found the contact to be important.Her family only touched when it was expected or needed, but then her parents had usually dropped her off at her grandfather whenever they had better plans in mind. But despite her grandfather’s gruff love, she had a tendency to avoid contact herself as well. Touching and being touched seemed like it was an intimate gesture and she was not used to it.There were t
Kara awoke pleasantly to the warmth of her bed and the smell of bacon, fresh coffee and toast. Still half asleep she turned towards the warmth that lay behind her and snuggled closer with a sigh of contentment. This was entirely comfortable and she was in no rush to wake up just yet.She lay with her eyes closed while she allowed herself to wake gradually. As the memories of the previous day returned she suddenly froze when a heavy arm went around her and pulled her closer. A deep contented groan escaped close to her face and she slowly opened her eyes fearing the worst.With a shock she looked into the still sleeping face of Matthew while he held her to him. How dare he sneak into her room when she was sleeping and get into bed with her uninvited? Instantly, Kara felt her blood boil and she leaned back and pushed her legs between them, casually kicking him out of the bed so he hit the floor with a heavy thud.She smiled sweet
Kara caught a reflection of herself in the mirror inside the wardrobe door and wished she had brought the long dressing gown instead of this one that barely came to her knees. She remembered the hanger she still held and curiously opened it only to catch her breath. He wanted her to wear this?Slowly she took it out of the protective cover and stared at it in shock. The dress he had bought her would stop well above her knee and it had a tie over the right shoulder leaving the other bare. It was black and tastefully sexy and she wondered if she should really wear this outfit. But then, he had left her no choice in the matter.With a sigh, she hung the dress against the wardrobe door and started putting on make-up and doing her hair. With her hair tied up in a style that kept it out of her face, but allowed delicate curls to hang around her face and to her back she finally turned to the dress with a sigh. Staring at it for a few
Kara was sure she had calmed down and sorted through the strange emotions that ran through her by the time they headed to the venue for the party after the beautifully emotional ceremony. She was sure it was the champagne that had got to her. And she promised herself that she would not drink champagne again tonight. It was a romantic setting with paper lanterns and flowers everywhere, all of it enhanced with fairy lights.It turned out that it was very close to the home of the Connors. There was even a pool with a water feature that was reminiscent of the little waterfall where they had met the first time. And the tables were small and intimate. It was a quiet wedding, not many people were invited, since they wanted to keep it romantic.Kara glanced around her and realized that they had indeed succeeded in their plan. Another glass of champagne was pushed into her hand before they made the toasts and she had to drin
Kara awoke somewhat, but even before she was fully awake, she became aware of a pounding headache. She groaned as she pushed her face against the warmth in front of her. For some reason the scent that came to her nostrils calmed her slightly, but the headache still lingered. With a shock she realized that she was snuggling against someone. She bolted upright in bed and regretted it almost instantly when a wave of nausea came over her. Jumping from the bed she ran to the bathroom across the hall and threw up in the toilet. With a groan she glanced down at what she was wearing and gasped. What did she do last night? She didn’t…? The moment her stomach stopped its antics, she slowly got up and washed out her mouth and rinsed her face. Gingerly she made her way back to the room, grateful that no one else seemed to be awake to see her. Her head was pounding and she wished she could remember what she had done th
Kara breathed a sigh of relief when she closed her front door behind her. This weekend had tired her out and she hoped that she could get the painting now. Somewhere during the weekend, she had forgotten her vow that she would make the weekend hell for him. She had actually enjoyed herself, though she was not sure if it was the alcohol and then the hangover that had relaxed her. And he had been rather kind about the fact that she had managed to embarrass herself in his presence again. When they had been ready to leave, his mother had secretly handed her a piece of paper with the Blueberry Pancake recipe on. “So you can treat him,” she had explained with a wink. Kara had nodded and quietly sneaked it into her jacket pocket. She doubted she would ever consider treating him with blueberry pancakes but she did not want to insult or upset his mother since she was sure it was a coveted recipe. Kara had to admit that she loved his p
Kara was up early the next morning, even before the men while she poured over her books to see if she could make much sense of what her granddad had left her. She had finished four cups of coffee and several cookies while she worked, before Brad even showed up. The knock on the door brought her back to the present and she raised her eyes and realized that the sun had risen. She left her office to answer the door and found a disheveled looking Brad standing in the living room while Thelma headed towards her study. Kara had a moment of confusion, since she had not even heard Thelma come in that morning. Had she been so consumed in what she was doing that she had not only lost time but also did not hear Thelma come in? But she was quick to shake herself into the present as she smiled and stepped forward to welcome Brad after she greeted and thanked Thelma. “Good morning, Brad. Would you like some coffee?” She