to be.â
âIâm not a family kind of guy.â
âYou donât know that. Youâve been on your own since you were fourteen. Maybe you should give this a try.â
He poured her more wine. âBecause youâre so concerned about my well-being?â
âNot really, but if you do start to think about them as your sisters, youâll stop attacking them. And thatâswhat I want. You know theyâre innocent in all this. Admit it. Move on.â
âTheyâre lucky to have you.â
âAnd Iâm lucky to have them.â
And with those words once again came the reminder that Garth had no one. He faced his demons alone. Fate and Jed Titan had conspired against him, leaving him solitary and angry.
âI should go,â she said, pushing away from the table and standing.
She expected him to make a joke about her staying again, but he didnât. Which was how she wanted thingsâat least thatâs what she told herself.
He followed her to the front door, then shifted so he was between her and the handle. She found herself staring into his eyes.
He was taller than her, with broader shoulders and plenty of muscle. Intensely male. If she had to overpower him, she would need surprise on her side, and possibly a solid two-by-four.
âI, ah, thanks for dinner,â she murmured, feeling uncomfortable. This felt way too much like a date, which it wasnât.
âYouâre welcome. Tex-Mex next time?â
âSure.â
She tried to inch around him, but he wasnât moving. And she couldnât seem to push him out of the way. Well, she could, of course, but it would be awkward, especially if he resisted. She should just say goodnight then stand there looking expectant. He would figure it out and move aside.
But as she opened her mouth to speak, he took a step toward her. Before she could move back, he reached up and lightly stroked the side of her face with the back of his fingers.
The unexpected contact glued her to the floor. She couldnât run, couldnât turn, couldnât do anything but stand there feeling helpless and exposed. As if he had the power to control her.
She told herself he didnât. He would never hurt her and should he try, she could nail him in the balls, draw her gun and change him from a stallion to a gelding in two seconds.
If she had to.
His dark eyes stared into hers. She had no idea what he saw there, but she hoped it wasnât anything he could use against her. Despite his slow, gentle touch, she felt tense inside. What was he doing and why?
She told herself to step away, to push past him and get the hell out. But her body didnât respond to the command and then he said the most extraordinary thing.
âYour mouth drives me crazy.â
Sheâd barely had time to absorb the words before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth against hers.
The good news was he stopped touching her face. The bad news was they were kissing.
The second she felt his lips on hers, it was as ifsomeone had set the world on fire. There was heat and need and fiery sparks she could see even with her eyes closed. There was no contact anywhere else, which was fine with her. This was enough. Actually it was too much.
Her skin practically sizzled. She would swear she could hear music and feel the floor tilting. She wanted to throw her arms around him, pull him against her and shove her tongue in his mouth. She wanted to be naked, pressed up against the wall, being taken hard and fast until she screamed her surrender.
Dana reached out both hands, shoved him back and sucked in a breath. Sheâd never screamed in her life. She barely allowed herself to breathe hard. What the hell was going on?
Not that she planned to find out. She ducked around him, heading for the door, only Garth got there first. He grabbed her arm and held her still. She could have broken free easily, only she didnât and that scared her more than
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