way. These little babies are so adorable. I can’t bear to think of them being tossed around by some government agency, put in God-knows-what kind of institutional environment. I can take better care of them than any agency can. Until April shows up again.”
He had to admire her commitment, even if it sounded foolhardy to him.
“I think you’re crazy. But if you’re willing to do it, stay.”
His gaze took in her frown and he thought to himself that her staying was the best thing that could happen for him.
“Okay,” she said haltingly, her eyes wide as she stared into his. “There’s one more thing that makes that a bit risky.”
Her eyes really knocked him out. He’d never seen such vivid blue before. He’d seen diamonds with less sparkle. A lock of silver-blond hair tumbled down over one eye and he wanted to brush it aside, to keep, it from obstructing his view of all that blue. A man could drown in those eyes, take a plunge into eternity.
What a way to go.
“What’s that?” he asked, trying to keep his mind on what she was saying, but feeling a bit breathless. “What’s the problem?”
“I’ve been getting these telephone calls. Some man keeps insisting I know where April is and he claims he’ll to show up in person if I don’t tell him where she can be found.”
It sounded like a spurned lover to Scott. But then, what did he know? He was having a hard time thinking logically at the moment. Cathy’s scent was going to his head like the rush of strong brandy. He moved closer to her on the couch, almost involuntarily drawn, as though she cast a spell on him that he couldn’t shake.
“Do you feel threatened by him?”
She made a face. “In a way. I’d feel a lot better if he would just fade into the woodwork and leave us alone.”
“I.,.. I could stay here with you,” he proposed. “Would that help?”
She made a move as though to get back the distance between them, but somehow she never quite finished it.
“Stay here?” she repeated, blankly. “What for?”
“l don’t know. Protection.” He leaned closer. The thought of protecting her was making him feel strong and manly. There was a vague sense of the ridiculous flitting in the back of his mind, trying to tell him he was sinking into absurdity here, but he ignored it.
Enjoying her was feeling so very good.
“Protection?” Her eyes widened.
“Sure,” he murmured. His arm left the back of the couch and his hand dropped to her shoulder. “I could stay here to make sure nothing happened to you. Or the kids.”
She blinked, as though she’d just noticed how really close he was. But she didn’t move away. Instead, her gaze dropped to his mouth.
This was it. He could feel it. She was just too delightful to resist.
This was going to be the kiss that stopped history in its tracks. She looked so good. He felt so tender. The moment was right, and he was going to put their relationship on a whole new footing. He moved in for the kill, sliding toward her across the couch, leaning forward, reaching with his hands, taking the plunge ...
And doing a spectacular face plant right in front of her. It wasn’t until his head hit the pillow that he really believed she’d escaped. Somehow she’d managed to wriggle away before he’d trapped her, leaving him grasping at empty air.
She was quick, he’d give her that. He straightened slowly, gazing reproachfully at where she stood above him, tapping her foot.
“Thank you for dropping by, Mr. Carrington,” she said, turning to stride for the door. “It’s getting late.”
“Is it?”
She flung open the door and stood back, hands on her hips, waiting for him to leave.
Scott came toward her slowly, not sure how they’d swung so quickly from possibilities to flat denial.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he began.
“Scare me!” Her eyes blazed. This man had another think
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