Clara Duke lives to crochet wearable art. But right this second, she’s looking at the one guy who has the uncanny ability to unravel her in every possible way. Zane Brampton. He broke her heart in high school and now wants to make it up to her—in a single night. Just being in the same room as him feels dangerously volatile. A whole night with this delectable, gorgeous man would be nothing less than a total sexpocalypse. But oh, what a way to go.
The sight of Clara and her mouthwatering curves might actually kill restaurateur Zane. Ten years ago, their volcanic chemistry exploded… taking their social circle along with it. But Zane hasn’t forgotten the heat—and this feels almost like fate. He’ll be damned if he’ll let her run from their connection again. And he might just have found his chance to prove he deserves more than just one night…
Now Zane is driving Clara to California to meet her professional dreams. But between the road, the chocolate, and the ridiculously hot sex, Clara risks getting tangled up with her not-so-one-night-stand. And worse, Zane might just be the thread that snaps all of her perfectly crocheted plans.
“I don’t want my money back,” she growled into her phone. “I need to get to California by Thursday night. That’s five days. You’re telling me you aren’t sending any planes to California in the next five days? How is that possible?” Another pause. “Another airline? It’s going to cost me an arm and a leg to book through another airline without advance notice. You’re sorry? That’s the best you can do?” A longer pause in which Clara started banging on her seat. “Flight vouchers? For flights that aren’t going to get me where I need to go, now or probably in the future, because you don’t have any flights and when you do, you cancel them?” Her voice rose.
Zane tried not to smile as an awesome idea ignited in his brain. “Take the vouchers, Clara.”
She turned to glare at him.
“Get the vouchers.” His grin escaped. “We’ll figure it out.”
The hopelessness in her eyes gutted him, and he stopped smiling. “Just get the vouchers.”
He got off at the next exit while she stuck it to the poor airline employee who had the unfortunate luck of taking her call. Once Clara realized she had no other option, she stopped yelling and hammered out a voucher deal that would cover a trip for two to Hawaii.
Zane pulled into a gas station, parked, and opened the mapping app on his phone. He plugged in Fiber Kingdom as their destination. She ended the call and sat staring straight ahead, not even seeming to realize they were parked.
“Five days? Your meeting is Friday morning, I assume? What time?”
“Ten. Which is one our time, with the time change.”
Hope, anticipation, and excitement tangled into a fireball of exhilaration as he showed her the screen of his phone. “It takes thirty-nine hours to drive from this gas station to the parking lot of Fiber Kingdom. We currently have one hundred twenty-one and a half hours remaining. Let’s road trip it.”
“Minus driving time, that gives us eighty-two plus hours for sleeping, eating, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “We said one night, and I made myself clear. No more…anything.”
“We said one night yesterday under very different circumstances. Last night was not average sex. I don’t know what kind of sex you’ve had, but for me that was the best sex of my life. I want more. Don’t you?”
Color rose in her cheeks. “I’m calling another airline.”
He covered the screen of her phone with his hand. His fingers brushed hers, the first time he’d touched her since he’d promised to keep his hands to himself. They both jolted. “Yes, you could call another airline. I’m sure you could pay a ridiculous sum of money and get a flight that would land you on the beach by tonight, but then you wouldn’t get to have hours of mind-blowing, endorphin-creating, earth-shaking sex with me.”
Her violet gaze went hazy, and she swallowed hard. He’d seen that expression on her face multiple times last night, and he knew what it meant. She was as affected by the idea of getting naked again as he was.
She shook his hand off her phone and began searching. “I’m not asking you to drive across the country.”
“No, you’re not. I’m offering because I enjoy your company. We could fly, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.” He wasn’t giving up. “I’ll find great restaurants along the way.”
She kept her gaze on her phone.
“There will be chocolate involved.” Inspiration struck again. “Yarn. I bet there are some cool yarn destinations between here and California. I’ll find them and take you there.”
Her gaze lifted.
“Did you say yarn?”
He nodded, heart igniting.
“And sex?” It looked like she was trying not to smile.
“So much sex.”
“I’m still going to price other flights.”
“Knock yourself out, but while you’re beating your desperate head against airline greed, the clock is ticking.”