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male mind.”
“It was – magic,” she admitted.
“But you got scared.”
“Yes.”
“Could you ever tell this man the truth?”
Her eyes widened and he could see the fear in them. He frowned. Eve’s eyes were the most beautiful blue, while Darcy’s had been a dark brown. Well, she’d worn a wig so she’d probably sprung for colored contacts as well.
“I – don’t know.”
“Do you still see him?”
“Yes.”
“Is he seeing anyone else?”
“No.”
“Then clearly that night meant something to him as well.” He leaned forward in his chair. “Eve, one thing my mother’s death taught me is that the people we love – we never know how much time we’re going to have with them. We never know when they may be taken away. I don’t believe in wasting time. If you care for this man, let him know. I have a very strong feeling he still has feelings for you and would be delighted to find you.”
She took a deep breath. “You make it sound so easy,” she finally said.
“It is,” he said, touching her hand lightly. “When it’s right between two people, it is easy. It feels right. You can’t over think these things, Eve, you have to trust your heart.”
She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Maddy and realized Nick knew what he was talking about. There was nothing like losing a loved one to put life in perspective.
“So,” Nick said. “You’re going to tell this man, right?”
“I am.” She hesitated. “I am.”
She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.
“Don’t wait too long,” he said.
#
Nick was right. She had to tell him. Their dinner conversation had been the weirdest yet most wonderful talk they’d ever had. It was almost as if he knew she was Darcy. Her intuition had been screaming the jig was up, but her rational mind knew there was no way Nick could know what she’d done to him.
Yet he’d given her good advice.
Eve lay in bed that night, Maurice snoring softly on the pillow beside her. It was torture, knowing Nick was just a bedroom away and she couldn’t go to him.
I have to tell him.
She eased herself out of bed, put on her slippers and walked silently out of her bedroom in just a plain white cotton nightgown.
Note to self – you need to spring for some sexy nightwear.
She made her way to Nick’s bedroom door. It was ajar, the lights were off, and when she peered inside the bedroom she could barely see him sprawled on the king sized bed, his naked body dark against the soft white bed linen. He’d drawn the blackout curtains shut and the only light that illuminated him came from the lamp that was on in the suite’s main lounge.
Do it. Tell him the truth. No matter what happens, you can’t hurt this man any longer. Come clean.
She stepped inside his bedroom and shut the door softly. When she did, Nick’s room was plunged into utter blackness.
It would be easier to tell him the truth in the dark.
#
Nick came awake at the sound of his bedroom door being shut.
He sensed her in the room immediately. For one wild moment he thought, is it Eve or Darcy?
He sat up slowly in bed, barely making a sound. Stayed silent. Listened. He could hear her breathing. Something, some instinct, told him not to make a sound, not to say a word.
It had to come from her.
“Nick,” she said softly.
He heard her move, heard her nightgown rustle as she headed toward his large bed and sat down on the edge of it. What was going on? What game was Eve playing now?
#
She was shaking with desire.
He’d never believe she was Darcy. He’d laugh in her face. Darcy was sexual, Darcy was emotional, directly connected to her heart. Darcy didn’t think, Darcy just did.
Darcy took what she wanted and wasn’t afraid.
The room was completely black. She couldn’t have seen her palm in front of her face. Nick might not believe she was Darcy in the light of day, but Eve knew with an instinct as old as time that as soon as he touched her, he’d know who she
“It was – magic,” she admitted.
“But you got scared.”
“Yes.”
“Could you ever tell this man the truth?”
Her eyes widened and he could see the fear in them. He frowned. Eve’s eyes were the most beautiful blue, while Darcy’s had been a dark brown. Well, she’d worn a wig so she’d probably sprung for colored contacts as well.
“I – don’t know.”
“Do you still see him?”
“Yes.”
“Is he seeing anyone else?”
“No.”
“Then clearly that night meant something to him as well.” He leaned forward in his chair. “Eve, one thing my mother’s death taught me is that the people we love – we never know how much time we’re going to have with them. We never know when they may be taken away. I don’t believe in wasting time. If you care for this man, let him know. I have a very strong feeling he still has feelings for you and would be delighted to find you.”
She took a deep breath. “You make it sound so easy,” she finally said.
“It is,” he said, touching her hand lightly. “When it’s right between two people, it is easy. It feels right. You can’t over think these things, Eve, you have to trust your heart.”
She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Maddy and realized Nick knew what he was talking about. There was nothing like losing a loved one to put life in perspective.
“So,” Nick said. “You’re going to tell this man, right?”
“I am.” She hesitated. “I am.”
She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.
“Don’t wait too long,” he said.
#
Nick was right. She had to tell him. Their dinner conversation had been the weirdest yet most wonderful talk they’d ever had. It was almost as if he knew she was Darcy. Her intuition had been screaming the jig was up, but her rational mind knew there was no way Nick could know what she’d done to him.
Yet he’d given her good advice.
Eve lay in bed that night, Maurice snoring softly on the pillow beside her. It was torture, knowing Nick was just a bedroom away and she couldn’t go to him.
I have to tell him.
She eased herself out of bed, put on her slippers and walked silently out of her bedroom in just a plain white cotton nightgown.
Note to self – you need to spring for some sexy nightwear.
She made her way to Nick’s bedroom door. It was ajar, the lights were off, and when she peered inside the bedroom she could barely see him sprawled on the king sized bed, his naked body dark against the soft white bed linen. He’d drawn the blackout curtains shut and the only light that illuminated him came from the lamp that was on in the suite’s main lounge.
Do it. Tell him the truth. No matter what happens, you can’t hurt this man any longer. Come clean.
She stepped inside his bedroom and shut the door softly. When she did, Nick’s room was plunged into utter blackness.
It would be easier to tell him the truth in the dark.
#
Nick came awake at the sound of his bedroom door being shut.
He sensed her in the room immediately. For one wild moment he thought, is it Eve or Darcy?
He sat up slowly in bed, barely making a sound. Stayed silent. Listened. He could hear her breathing. Something, some instinct, told him not to make a sound, not to say a word.
It had to come from her.
“Nick,” she said softly.
He heard her move, heard her nightgown rustle as she headed toward his large bed and sat down on the edge of it. What was going on? What game was Eve playing now?
#
She was shaking with desire.
He’d never believe she was Darcy. He’d laugh in her face. Darcy was sexual, Darcy was emotional, directly connected to her heart. Darcy didn’t think, Darcy just did.
Darcy took what she wanted and wasn’t afraid.
The room was completely black. She couldn’t have seen her palm in front of her face. Nick might not believe she was Darcy in the light of day, but Eve knew with an instinct as old as time that as soon as he touched her, he’d know who she
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