took a different route and ended up confusing myself, too.” He wasn’t breathing normally, either. Being alone with her in a room with a bed was messing with him.
She looked amazing. He hadn’t paid much attention to what she had on before, but now he was intensely interested. She wore black jeggings and cute little boots that were fashionable but useless. A light blue sweater with a V neck clung to her breasts. Gazing at her caused his groin to tighten.
“So you deliberately tried to keep your destination a secret?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.” Her expression softened. “I appreciate that.”
“Judging from what you said earlier, you wouldn’t want anyone to know I’m here.”
She nodded. “But I’m not as worried about that as I am about...other things.”
“Like what?” She was still leaning against the door and he was a good ten feet away, his back to her curtained window. He cut the space between them in half and would have moved even closer, but she put up her hand like a traffic cop.
“Hold it right there, cowboy. You were right when you said we need to talk.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “We do, but I’d rather not have to shout.”
She mirrored his smile. “It’s a small room. You were hardly within shouting distance. Just stay right there for now, okay?”
He did. Never let it be said that he forced his attention on a woman. Her eyes told him she was as revved up by their proximity as he was, but he’d let the situation unfold naturally.
Her chest heaved, which made her breasts quiver. “You probably can tell that I’m attracted to you.”
“God, I hope so. Otherwise I’ve lost my ability to recognize interest when I see it.” He was gratified when his comment made that flame ignite in her eyes once again. Her lips parted, and she looked so ready for a kiss that he considered ignoring her command to hold his ground.
“We need to talk about Cassie.”
That cooled his jets. “Cassie?” He couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d mentioned ties to the Mafia. “You know her?”
“Not at all, but I came to see you after you were admitted to the hospital, and you kept asking for her. You...uh...begged her not to leave you. You were quite emotional.”
Embarrassment washed through him, and he scrubbed a hand over his face as if to erase the color he knew would be there. “She’s totally out of my life. At the time when I rolled the Jeep, I was still upset about the breakup, but I’m over her.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. I’m not the kind of guy who would hit on a woman if I was still in love with someone else. I don’t use one person to get over another person.” How he hated that she’d heard him moaning over Cassie. But he couldn’t change what had happened eight months ago, and he really wouldn’t want to. The accident had brought them together.
“I’m willing to accept that you’re not that kind of man. But that’s not the only thing worrying me.”
“Then what else?” If there were more obstacles, he hoped to remove them. Discovering whether he and Elle had a chance of building a relationship was his top priority.
“Judging from the way you reacted to breaking up with Cassie, you were deeply in love with her.”
“I certainly thought I was, but I’ve figured out it never would have worked. I’ve made peace with that.” He had a sudden insight. “Is that why you didn’t leave any contact information? You thought I was in love with someone else?”
“You were in love with someone else.”
“I suppose so.” He shoved his fingers through his hair. “But I’m not anymore, and I’m extremely interested in you, so I don’t understand why we’re talking about Cassie.”
“I just need to know something. Do you usually get that involved when you’re in a relationship?”
He sensed this might be a trap, so he took a moment before he responded. “Sometimes I do, yes.” That wasn’t quite accurate. He had a tendency to
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