Why can’t I stop in Missouri and see my mom on the way?” “You’re supposed to take me to South Dakota. My eyes narrowed, and when he grinned, I was torn between wanting to knock it off his face and…and grin back at him. “I find that hard to believe,” he responded dryly. Those elegantly arched brows climbed slowly.
“I don’t expect you to understand or even care, so I’m not going to go into the million reasons why what I need to say to my mom-the huge apology I need to deliver with probably a garden of flowers-is not phone-call appropriate. I needed to focus-and not on the flutter. Clutching the edges, the flutter was back when I noticed the way he seemed to breathe deeper. “I can, but I want to see her.” Frustrated and feeling about a thousand other emotions, I reached to tug my hair loose, but stopped when the stupid top of the robe gaped open again. “And you can’t just, I don’t know, pick up the phone and call her?” Who would’ve thought that any of what she had been saying for years was true? I need to talk to her.” Guilt churned through me even though I knew it was ridiculous. Pushing those thoughts aside, I rose as I reached for my belt, making sure it was still tight. But in that moment, with the back of his hands searing my skin, if he had lowered his mouth to mine, there was a good chance I would’ve stood there and let him. I couldn’t recall any guy ever looking at me like that unless I was holding a basket of chicken wings or something. He’d been staring at me with eyes that were slightly luminous, and he’d looked hungry. That was better than him right in front of me, his fingers curled around the edges of my robe, his knuckles against my skin, and staring at me like… My breath hitched as a strange flutter danced low in my stomach. I was pretty sure he’d gotten an eyeful of my breasts in the bathroom anyway.Īt least now he was a couple of feet from me, staring at me like I was insane. I was kind of naked now, since this robe left so little to the imagination, but I wasn’t going to think about that. And I really couldn’t believe I’d been totally naked in the same room as him. I still couldn’t believe he’d thought I was in there drowning myself. Having him bust into the bathroom hadn’t helped. I’d used every moment soaking in that tub-that awesome tub-focusing on keeping my head on straight, and I’d barely pulled that off. He stared at me like what I’d just said was the craziest thing spoken that night.
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