Unraveling the Truth About Love (Sweet with Heat Page 10

  There was a knock at the door. Shoot. Still in her work clothes, minus the heels, she hurried to the door and pulled it open. A very sweaty Josh stood before her, wearing sweatpants and a wrinkled T-shirt. A Mets baseball cap was pulled down low over his eyes, and there was a glowing smile on his lips.

  “Ah, scruffy.” Riley smiled. Still drop-dead gorgeous.

  He closed the door behind him and took her in his arms, kissing her like they hadn’t seen each other for weeks, leaving her heart soaring.

  “I’ve waited all day to do that,” he said. “You smell incredible.”

  Riley crinkled her nose. “Yeah? Um.” She looked at his sweaty T-shirt.

  “Sorry, I ran over. I was late getting out of the office, so I headed home, showered, changed, then ran over.” He looked at his sweaty chest. “I guess I could have waited to shower. Nasty habit…shower after work, shower before working out.” Josh smiled. “I guess there are worse things to be than an over-showerer. In any case, I respect your desire to keep things secret, even if I hate it, and if that means I get a few extra runs in, then so be it.”

  Riley pulled him close and kissed him again. “Now I feel bad. I have no idea where you live. Was it far?”

  “Not bad, a dozen blocks or so. I’d say no sweat, but…” He waved at his sweaty shirt. “I’m sorry about that, but there’s a price for anonymity.”

  “I happen to find sweat very sexy.” Riley ran her finger down his chest.

  “You’re not sidetracking me tonight. At least not yet.” He looked at her outfit. “Did you get my note?”

  “Yes, and it was really sweet, but kinda risky, don’t you think?”

  “You’re a clever girl. I knew you’d keep things under wraps.” He took her hand. “Come on. Let’s find you some scruffy clothes.”

  They went to the bedroom and rifled through her drawers.

  “Jeans, jeans, and more jeans. Yup, you’re from Weston all right,” he teased.

  “I have sweatpants,” she offered. “Where are we going, anyway?”

  “Sweatpants. Perfect. Throw them on with a sweatshirt. Do you have a hat?”

  “Sorry, left my cowgirl hat back in Colorado.”

  “I’ve got a baseball cap in my gym bag. Come on, babe. I’ll give you privacy and wait for you in the living room.” He left her alone, and Riley found herself getting excited about whatever scruffy thing they might be doing. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine anything scruffy in New York City, especially something that Josh might do. She slipped into the shower quickly, then threw on her sweats.

  In the living room, she found Josh wearing a Mets sweatshirt, stretched out on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table.

  “You, my dear, look spectacular,” he said, coming to his feet and kissing her cheek.

  “By the way, thank you for helping me conquer my fear of the subway. That was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, and it makes getting to work much easier. Thank you,” she said.

  “I couldn’t have my secret girlfriend being scared of getting around town, now, could I?” He kissed her again. “Mind if I rinse off?” He grabbed his gym bag and headed for the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he met her in the living room with a Mets hat in his hand. He placed it on her head and tugged it down low. “Now it’s perfect.”

  “Nothing like having hat hair,” Riley said. She never minded wearing hats. It was the aftereffect that wasn’t very appealing. But she was game for anything with Josh.

  “Hey, don’t knock hat hair. Some men find it wildly attractive. Have you eaten?” he asked.

  “No, you?”

  He shook his head. “Come on. I’m dying to go be normal for a while. I’ve had a wicked night.” He grabbed her keys and pulled her out the door.

  “Already? Gee, and I was hoping to get wicked later.” Did I say that out loud? Riley was surprised to find how relaxed she was with Josh. Even the jealousy she’d felt about Claudia had fallen by the wayside.

  “I like the sound of that.” He planted a kiss on her cheek.

  Her hand fit perfectly into his as they hurried down the stairs and onto the busy street. The cool night air chilled her cheeks as they walked block after illuminated block. Riley was mesmerized by the way everyone moved with quick, purposeful strides. The lights of the city sparkled from every window. Riley could see why people fell in love with New York, but her mind didn’t linger for long on the city. It was too consumed with, and distracted by, Josh. To Riley, New York was no match for Josh Braden.

  “So, is this our disguise?” she asked, pointing to their sweatpants.

  “Yup.”

  “Cool. We’re incognito. I love it.”

  Josh slowed his pace as they passed Lenny’s. “Dinner. I almost forgot.” He backtracked, and they entered the deli. Josh swung his arm around Riley’s shoulder as they waited their turn.

  “This is what New York is all about. Lenny’s on a cold night.” He kissed her cheek.

  Who cares about Lenny’s? This is what New York’s about. She snuggled into his side.

  Josh ordered turkey subs and Diet Cokes, and with the full bag in hand, they headed back into the night.

  “What if I hate turkey?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry. Do you?” Josh asked.

  “No, and I loved that you ordered for me. I’ve just always wondered what a guy would do if they ordered something that a woman didn’t like.”

  “Most of the women I’m set up with don’t eat, so it’s not usually a problem.”

  Riley flinched and stopped walking. “Josh, I’m not those girls, and if you’re hoping to make me one, this isn’t going to work. I eat. I like to eat, and I’ll never be model thin.”

  Josh spun around and began dragging her back the way they’d come.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I’m taking you back to the apartment. I mean, if you’re not going to stop eating for me, what’s the use of pretending?” He drew his eyebrows together and pursed his lips, pulling her alongside him.

  Riley laughed as he swung her into his arms.

  “See how silly of an idea that is?” Josh asked.

  It felt so good to have his body against hers again. She’d thought about him all afternoon, and the emotions she’d been holding in now wrapped themselves around her heart like pythons, tightening with every breath.

  “Babe, I meant what I said last night. You are the most beautiful woman I have set eyes on in a very long time.” He kissed her deeply, then set her back on her feet. He reached down and lifted her chin, another Joshism that stole her heart every time he did it.

  “Riley, you are my breath of fresh air. I’m a designer by trade, just like you will be one day, but inside, I’m just Josh Braden, Weston born and bred. I live in New York, but that doesn’t mean that I have the values and morals of a fast-paced racy city.”

  Every word he spoke made her heart open up to him a little bit more. He was so different from most men Riley had dated. They sailed the surface, while Josh dove deep. She touched his cheek, then rested her head on his chest.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Because I can only be me. I’m not perfect by any means, but it’s who I am, and I like who I am.”

  “So do I.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  IT WAS ONE thing for a man Josh’s size to run through Central Park alone at night, but walking through Central Park at night with Riley was a whole different story. He eyed every man who walked by, sizing them up before they got too close. Josh had never had a lick of trouble in the park, but like any New Yorker, he’d heard plenty of stories.

  Josh didn’t have a plan for the evening beyond dressing in a way that would hopefully render them unrecognizable. He didn’t have a plan for any part of what was happening between him and Riley, but he had faith that they’d have a wonderful night.

  “This is so pretty,” Riley said as they strolled along the path that ran through the park.

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��This is my favorite bridge. I love how it’s tucked into the park, like a hidden jewel.” They walked up the gentle arch of the bridge and stopped to admire the water below. Moonlight illuminated the nearly bare trees and danced off the water below Gapstow Bridge.

  Riley leaned over the edge and said, “It’s so peaceful compared to the streets. If I close my eyes, I can pretend to be out in the country somewhere.”

  “You’d have to work hard to ignore the city noises.” Josh came up behind her, pressed his body against her back, placing one arm on either side of her. He kissed her neck. “CK One?”

  “It’s scary how well you know perfumes.” She turned to face him. “This is so romantic.”

  “Lenny’s really pulls it all together,” he teased.

  She pressed her hands flat against his chest. “Believe it or not, it does. I just love being with you. I don’t care what we eat or where we go. I like your company.”

  He lowered his mouth to hers again, kissing the cold from her lips. Feeling gluttonous for kissing her so often, he pulled away.

  “I’m sorry. I could do that all day,” he admitted. “Let’s sit down.”

  They walked over the bridge to the edge of the water and sat on the cold grass. Riley leaned against his side, and Josh wrestled with how—or if—he should tell her about Claudia and what had happened earlier in the evening.

  “Do you do this a lot? Come here, I mean?” Riley asked.

  “Not anymore. When I first moved to the city, I came about once a week to walk through the park and just enjoy it, but then life got too busy.” He shrugged. “Now I run through it, but I almost never come to just enjoy it.” He squeezed her against him. “That’s why I wanted to bring you here, so we could enjoy it together.”

  “I love it. Thank you.”

  Josh opened their sandwiches and they began to eat. He was ravenous after running and working all day on nothing more than a few energy bars. He ate half of his sub in a few bites, then leaned back and watched Riley. He hadn’t noticed it the night before, but when she chewed, a dimple appeared just above the right side of her mouth.

  She looked away and covered her mouth.

  “You’re cute when you eat,” Josh said. The surety of his feelings for her were solidifying with every moment they spent together—and every second they spent apart. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Listen, Riley, I really like spending time with you, and I know we haven’t shared our deepest secrets yet, or had any history together to speak of, but I want you to know how I feel.”

  She placed her hand on his knee. He covered it with his own and wished she’d never be farther away than she was right then.

  “Me too,” she said.

  “I want you to know who I am, not who everyone else thinks I am. I’m a really private person.” He saw her eyes grow wide and read the disbelief in her eyes that he’d been expecting. “I know I have a public life, but I’m a private person by nature. You’ve seen the pictures of me with a different girl on my arm at every event, smiling for the camera, often even looking at them like they were special, like they were everything, but that was all a farce. That’s the persona that’s expected of me. I can count on one hand the women I’ve had any sort of real relationship with.”

  She dropped her eyes then and bit her lower lip. “Was Claudia one of those women?”

  “I told you she wasn’t, and she’ll never be.” He touched her cheek and held her gaze. “Not once, not ever.”

  She nodded. “Okay. I believe you.”

  “I’ve dated three women for five or six months, and while they were relationships of sorts, they were never anything real. They were time fillers, and I think that’s what I was for them, too. They were all between my last year of college and the two years after. I live a really busy life, and making time for a woman wasn’t ever a priority. Once I opened JBD, I was handed dates, and when you have everything at your fingertips, none of it means very much. The people you’re connected with are there for your status, or what you can do for them. I knew I wouldn’t find a meaningful relationship in the mix, and I wasn’t looking.”

  “I guess I know what you mean,” she said. “I’d never date you for your status. I hope you know that.”

  He laced his fingers with hers. “Yeah, I do. Ri, I’m not telling you this because I worry about your reasons for being with me. I’m telling you because I want you to know that I’m not a player. I’m not what I appear to be in the magazines, and I don’t want to be that person. You know about my mom dying when I was young.”

  “Yeah, that must have been awful.”

  “I don’t really remember much about her other than what I’ve been told throughout the years. I was too young, I guess, but between Treat and my dad, I feel like I know everything about her, like she was there for all those years, even though she wasn’t.”

  “That’s nice, right? I mean, it would seem worse if you didn’t know what she was like. This way you have a picture of her, an idea of her personality,” Riley said.

  “Yeah. Treat spent years talking about her like she was right there. He’d tell me stories she’d told him, and he’d try to talk like she did. I’m really lucky that he did that, because while my dad filled me in some, too, I was always afraid to ask him too many specifics about her. He’s always missed her so much.” One of the earliest memories Josh had was at his tenth birthday party, when he turned to his father and said he wished his mother could have been there. His father’s eyes filled with tears and his voice with emotion when he said, “She’s right here with us, son.”

  “My dad has never strayed from the memory of my mother, at least as far as any of us knows, and that’s so honorable. To me, that’s what love is. It’s a commitment for a person that goes beyond their being physically present, and maybe it’s even beyond being defined.”

  “So you believe in true love?” Riley asked. “Real, heart-pounding, breath-stealing, forever and beyond love?” Her eyes lit up.

  “I guess I do,” he said.

  “And what about lust?” She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulled them in to her chest, and crossed her ankles, looking at him expectantly.

  “Lust is definitely real.” And very much alive in me for you.

  “But what role does it play in love?” She scooted closer to him.

  “I think there’s lust in love. I mean, how boring would it be without a bit of tawdry lust?”

  “And desire? Different from lust?” she asked.

  “You are full of questions. I think so. Desire is a want, a craving, an urge, and it can be felt for anything. I can desire ice cream or I can desire you.” He touched her cheek. “While lust goes way beyond, and to me, lust encompasses only a sexual urge. I don’t lust for a run in the park, but I lust for your naked body beneath me.” Even now, in the park.

  “And”—she lowered her voice to almost a whisper—“do you think what your parents had included those attributes, or were they just in love? I think there’s a difference. Like with my parents, I know they’re in love. I can see it in the way they look at each other across the room, but I’m not so sure about desire or lust. I think what they have is comfortable, and maybe that happens after so many years. I don’t know. But I’d like to think that desire and lust can be part of love forever.”

  Josh thought of the look in his father’s eyes when he was down by the barn, taking care of his mother’s horse, Hope, and he had no doubt that what his parents had included all forms of love. “I think it can be, but I’m not naive. Life gets in the way of lust and desire sometimes, and I can see how after coming home to someone night after night it might be hard to leave the stress of the office behind, but that doesn’t mean that desire or lust is gone.” He looked at the water and realized that he had never thought about these things until just now. “I think it takes effort to recognize that outside stress can take over if you let it. Couples need to make time to be intimate and maybe do things that are outside of the norm to spice
things up every few years, but yeah, I think desire and lust can remain if you help them.”

  Riley nodded and leaned her chin on her arms. “You might be right.”

  “What’s worrying you?” he asked.

  She shrugged.

  “Really, Ri, I sincerely want to know. Remember, I’m that guy who likes to talk. I love sex as much as the next guy, but not in place of really knowing someone.”

  “It’s just…I see how happy and committed Rex and Jade are, and believe me, neither of us saw that relationship coming.” She smiled. “I just hope I can have that someday.”

  “Rex is a very passionate guy, always has been. He protects the things he loves fiercely. He stands up for what he believes in and fights what he doesn’t.” Josh had spent his life feeling less manly than Rex, the brother he saw as the epitome of masculine and heroic, and he wanted to be honest with Riley, even if it was embarrassing. If she wanted a Rex, that wasn’t him.

  “Ri, I’m not Rex, and I never will be. I don’t have that same outwardly apparent level of anger, or passion, or whatever it is that he has that makes him so…macho. I have the same level of love and passion, and I stand up in my own way, but I’m not someone who will get into a fistfight. I’m the guy who works things out with methodical, rational thought. I’m big and I’m strong, but I just don’t handle myself in that way. I never have, and I probably never will.”

  “That’s one of the things I admire most about you,” she said, cocking her head to the side. “I don’t want someone like Rex. I hope that someday I’ll be loved to the ends of the earth the way Jade is, in whatever form it comes. And I’m not asking you to love me, Josh. I’m just talking. You asked; I answered. I’m not under any weird illusions or trying to pressure our relationship into being anything more than it is.” She shrugged.

  “I don’t know how any man could not love you to the ends of the earth.” The words were on the tip of his tongue. I love you. It was too soon. He’d scare her away if he said them aloud. It even scared him a little to think about saying them so soon. Instead, he took her hand in his and took a deep breath in preparation for sharing part of what had been nagging at him all afternoon. He’d get to Claudia soon enough, but first he needed Riley to understand the type of man he really was.