Time Travel Romances Boxed Set (150 page)

Jen and Jason nodded in unison.

Something
was
up. Mitch slanted a
glance to Andrea who stirred honest-to-goodness vegetables a little
too quickly to be entirely innocent.

What had happened while he was at work?
Mitch wasn’t sure he wanted to know, the very presence of a healthy
dinner hinting that it was something really bad.

Jen unwittingly spilled the beans. “And
Daddy, Nana is going on a boat! A big white boat like on
television!”

Mitch straightened. Andrea cast a tentative
smile over her shoulder and stirred more quickly.

“
Are you?” he asked, a
decided frost in his tone.

His stepmother tossed her hair. “Love is in
the gentle Caribbean breezes, Mitch,” she said. “I
told
you
I was going.”

Mitch put Jen down as his temper came to a
simmer. “I thought we had decided about this.”

“
We did.” Andrea plunked a
jug of grape Kool-Aid on the table with so much defiance that it
sloshed high. “We just decided differently.”

Mitch kept his mouth shut while he counted
to three.

It didn’t help a whole lot.

But then, Andrea didn’t know the whole
story. Mitch cleared his throat and frowned. “Look, Andrea, I found
out some stuff today. Someone” – he punctuated that word with a
heavy glance – “has spent a lot of money to make sure she doesn’t
have a paper trail. It’s like she doesn’t exist…”

Andrea dropped the spoon and spun in horror.
“You snooped!”

“
I did what I do best,”
Mitch retorted. “And I did it for you.”

“
Ha!” Andrea snatched up
her wooden spoon and stirred with vigor. “You did it to prove that
you were right. What is it with men? Why do you all have to be
right, all the time, even when you’re
wrong
?”

“
Andrea, what I found is
not the mark of an honest citizen…”

“
Oh, Mitch, give it a
rest!” the older woman snapped. She threw the spoon into the
skillet and turned a frustrated look on him. “I’m going on the
cruise, and that’s that. Just let it go.”

“
You should cancel it,”
Mitch argued stubbornly. “Go on a cruise, any cruise, anywhere,
just not that one. Book another.”

“
It’s nonrefundable,”
Andrea enunciated carefully. She banged a couple of pots. “And I’m
glad. Now, sit down, the chicken’s getting cold.”

But Mitch wasn’t ready to let this go just
yet.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to get through to
Andrea now. She had that come-hell-or-high-water look that he knew
better than to fight.

The argument had moved next door.

Because if Andrea was going to rely on
Lilith’s advice, then Lilith had to be persuaded to abandon this
con game.

Mitch knew he was the very man for the
job.

“
You go ahead,” he said.
“I’ll be right back.”

Andrea glanced up, no doubt hearing the
resolve in his tone, but Mitch didn’t care. He strode down the
hall, kicked open the storm door and stalked toward his neighbor’s
porch.

It was only then that he noticed the
collection of men and boys lingering on the sidewalk in front of
Lilith’s house. There was even a cable television repair crew,
their truck parked illegally, all three of them staring at Lilith’s
house as though they couldn’t look away. Mitch followed their gazes
but couldn’t see anything that would prompt such an expression of
moonstruck wonder.

Mitch scowled and pushed his way through the
small crowd, heading decisively for Lilith’s porch.

A lanky man stepped suddenly into Mitch’s
path, holding a massive box of chocolates. ‘Are you going to talk
to Lilith?” he whispered with obvious awe.

“
Yeah. Why?” Mitch knew he
didn’t imagine the wonder that swept through the ranks in the wake
of his simple agreement.

The man’s voice trembled when he spoke.
“Then could you give this to her? Please?” He licked his lips
nervously, his gaze darting to Lilith’s door and back to Mitch, his
words tumbling forth. “It’s for today, at the bookstore. I hope
she’ll understand that it wasn’t my fault, that I feel just awful
about everything. I hope, I hope, I hope she isn’t mad at me.”

Before Mitch could make sense of that, the
man pressed the box insistently into Mitch’s hands. To keep it from
falling, Mitch ended up taking it.

And the man darted away.

“
But wait!” Mitch called.
“You should take this to her yourself! Make your own apology!” But
the man was running down the street as though the hounds of hell
were after him.

It had to be the biggest damn box of
chocolates Mitch had ever seen. And here he had thought that they
only packaged them like this at Valentine’s Day. The smell of warm
chocolate wafted through the cardboard and Mitch’s belly
growled.

A teenage boy stepped forward then, offering
a pink envelope, his expression hopeful. “It’s a card for her.
Chicks like cards, don’t they? Don’t they?”

Mitch didn’t know what to say, his
experience in such matters fairly limited and not particularly
successful. “I guess.”

Mitch’s acceptance of this token seemed to
turn him into the official envoy. He didn’t know what else to do.
He certainly wasn’t expecting to get loaded up, but that was what
happened. Every guy there had something for Lilith, some
affectionate gift or another, and Mitch ended up carrying them
all.

It was really weird.

Mitch wasn’t quite sure what to do to make
them stop. He almost forgot that he was angry at Lilith, because
the situation was so strange. The men and boys stepped back in turn
as their tokens were entrusted to Mitch, their expressions hesitant
and hopeful.

And horny.

Oh, yeah, Mitch knew that look. Been there,
done that. He frowned not liking his role. He considered the
chocolates, perfume, stuffed toys and balloons and thought about
the yearning they represented. Before he could figure out what
exactly to say, a throat was cleared.

Mitch looked up into the rheumy old eyes of
the man who must be Lilith’s other neighbor. That man offered a
bouquet of roses, evidently cut from the plants surrounding his
house. His gnarled hand shook as he handed the flowers over the
short hedge.

“
These, too,” he said
hoarsely. “Tell her Joe sends them.” He smiled, as if the
expression was unfamiliar. “Joe next door. It’s good just to know
that they’ll be close to her.”

There was definitely something wrong with
the drinking water in this neighborhood. Mitch would have to start
buying the bottled stuff for the kids.

All the same, he couldn’t bring himself to
be rude. He juggled his load and made his way to the door, more
than aware of his expectant audience. Before he rang the bell,
Mitch reminded himself why he had come.

Right. He was
mad
. Lilith was a
crook, or at least she hid her trail like one, and he was convinced
that she was trying to swindle Andrea. Mitch wasn’t going to let
his stepmother get ripped off. Since he couldn’t change Andrea’s
mind, he intended to persuade Lilith to find other prey.

That was it. Mitch took a deep breath as he
rang the bell and tried to look forbidding. It was pretty hard to
summon indignation with an armload of romantic gifts, but Mitch did
his best.

He rang the bell again, then again, then
knocked on the door. Lilith might have hidden herself away from the
world, but she wasn’t hidden from him. Nope, Mitch was on to her,
he smelled a story and his instincts were never wrong.

They were going to get this straightened out
right now.

*

“
I’m coming!” Lilith called
as the doorbell rang and rang and rang. The person was even
knocking at the door, as if she could
miss
all that
noise!

What could be so important? Lilith was
rattled, having escaped the bookstore by a narrow margin and come
home to find a growing legion on men on the sidewalk.

But everything was wrong in the stars for a
counter-spell. So, Lilith had barricaded herself in the house to
wait it out. She distrusted the fact that her bell rang now.

It was probably one of Those Men.

Well, Lilith was ready to tell them what she
thought of their behavior. She’d been trapped in her house long
enough and was done with it. Yes! She would give them a piece of
her mind - and if they were looking to win her affections, that
would finish that!

“
Well? Where’s the fire?”
Lilith demanded as she hauled open the door, then her mouth fell
open in shock.

Because it seemed that Mitch wasn’t as
immune to her spell as he’d insisted, after all. Gifts of a most
romantic sort cascaded from his arms, he even clutched roses. He
looked mildly startled by her greeting, but Lilith was
delighted.

He
remembered
!

That alone made every trial of the day fade
out of Lilith’s mind. Everything was finally falling into place.
Lilith lunged out the door and cast herself into Mitch’s arms.

Actually, she landed in the midst of his
packages and Mitch couldn’t do much about it. Lilith didn’t care.
She landed a seriously yummy kiss on Mitch and embraced him with
all the ardor she’d been saving just for him.

He made a little growl of protest, but much
less than he had the first time, and maybe only because he was
going to drop that great big box of chocolates. They’d probably
cost a fortune, but Lilith didn’t care about the box. She wasn’t
much for chocolate anyhow.

There was another kind of sweet treat she
had in mind.

The box fell, the chocolates rolled, Lilith
framed Mitch’s face with her hands and kissed him harder.

Mitch swore under her breath, shivered, and
nearly lost his balance. Then he abruptly dropped everything else
and caught Lilith up against him. His hands cradled the back of her
waist possessively and he pulled her right to her toes. His lips
slanted across hers with purpose and Lilith’s heart began to
thunder.

He
remembered
!

This time would be even better than the
last. Lilith joyously pressed her breasts against Mitch’s chest and
took a deep breath of the warm masculine scent of him. She twined
her fingers into the thickness of his hair and ran one bare toe up
the back of his leg. He was so strong, so muscled, so perfectly
delicious.

And he was really back.

Lilith rolled her tongue between his teeth
and Mitch groaned. She felt the evidence that their thinking was as
one in this and arched herself against him. Mitch gripped the back
of her waist even tighter, he plundered her mouth with his.
Sunlight danced in Lilith’s veins, she rolled her belly against his
raging erection.

This was more like it! She had known that
her one true love would be irresistible when he put his mind to
seduction.

But just when everything seemed to be going
exactly right for a change, Mitch suddenly gripped Lilith’s
shoulders in his hands. He pushed her away from him, a steely glint
of determination in his amber eyes.

“
Not again,” he declared,
his voice so low and gritty that it made Lilith tremble in
anticipation. “Not like that again.”

Lilith blinked in alarm before she
understood. No. Not on the porch. Or even in the foyer. Of course
not. The house presented myriad, more private options.

What a marvel of practicality her man
was!

Lilith snared Mitch’s collar and dragged him
into the house. “Don’t worry. We can be very creative. Where should
we start? In the living room? The bedroom? The kitchen?”

He frowned and planted his feet resolutely
against the floor. “No. That’s not what I mean.”

Lilith was puzzled by his change of
attitude. “You want to do it on the porch?”

At that suggestion, Mitch looked decidedly
agitated. “No!”

“
In the foyer
again?”

Mitch looked at the carpet and swallowed,
obviously remembering their first passionate encounter. When he
looked back to her, the heat smoldering in his eyes made Lilith’s
heart skip a beat. “Yes,” he said silkily, and reached out one hand
to her before he suddenly checked his response.

“
Wait a minute, wait a
minute!” Mitch shook his head as though he was remembering
something, or trying to shake something loose. “No!” He took a step
back. “This isn’t what’s supposed to be happening here. This isn’t
why I came!”

“
It isn’t?” Lilith knew her
confusion showed. “But I thought everything was going according to
plan.”

Mitch impaled her with a bright glance. “Not
my
plan.” He shoved an hand through his hair and eyed Lilith
with obvious exasperation. “What do you do to me, anyhow? How do
you manage to make me forget the point, just like that?” He snapped
his fingers, not looking too pleased about the situation.

But Lilith laughed. The answer was so
perfectly obvious. “We’re destined to be together,” she said
easily. “Of course, we have a powerful effect on each other.”

“
Destiny,” Mitch muttered.
“And here I thought you were going to blame it on a
spell.”

Lilith smiled. “Well, maybe that didn’t
hurt.”

Mitch took a deep and deliberate breath,
then granted her a quelling glance. “Whatever it is, I wish you’d
stop.”

Lilith blinked in surprise. “You do?” Then
she smiled again, seeing his teasing for what it was. “You could
have fooled me,” she purred, backing Mitch into the wall as she
closed in for another kiss.

But Lilith never connected.

Mitch stepped quickly away, leaving her in
mid-pucker. “Lilith!” He flung out his hands. “This has to stop!
And it has to stop right now!”