the next room inconvenient.” He spoke like a man who’d been a gentleman but who’d definitely had second thoughts.
Thank goodness she couldn’t hold her champagne. “You’re a good guy, John,” she said, calling him by his given name.
“I like when you call me that.” His face actually flushed. “As for being a good guy, I’m pretty sure it was a first.”
She untangled herself from the blanket he’d covered her with. “I really should be getting home. The daytime doorman will let me in without a problem.” She hoped. She got up and folded the covers, leaving them in a neat pile on the couch. “I’ll just change and give you back your sister’s clothes.”
“There’s no rush. Why don’t you wear them home and I’ll get them from you the next time I see you.”
Meaning he wanted there to be a next time. So did she. But she had a plan for her life, and while last night she’d gotten carried away in the moment, helped by the alcohol, she had to put the brakes on here and now. Even if he was the guy she’d gotten to know last night and not the showman from the wedding, she needed time and space to get a foothold in her new life before getting involved in a relationship.
But she wasn’t going to make an issue out of a magnanimous gesture. “Are you sure your sister won’t mind?”
“She hasn’t stayed over since getting engaged, and even if she wanted to, there are more clothes in the closet. Trust me, she won’t care if you borrow some things.” He grinned then, a sexy gesture meant to sway her, and it worked.
“Okay, but I’m going to look pretty ridiculous wearing these sweats and my high heels from last night.”
“You’ll look cute, not ridiculous.” He ran his finger down the bridge of her nose, over the freckles she’d always found embarrassing because they made her look so young. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and the gesture felt incredibly intimate and sensual.
“Excuse me for a minute, okay?” she said, slipping by him so she could head for the bathroom before she got caught up in how delicious he looked wearing low-slung, unbuttoned jeans and no shirt.
His hair had been messed either from sleep or from running a hand through it in place of a comb or brush. First thing in the morning he looked endearingly sexy, and she’d have to convince herself not to notice if she wanted to get out of here quickly, with a minimum of fuss.
She was determined to make her morning-after-nothing-happened escape, thank you very much.
“Amy, are you okay in there?” Roper knocked on the bathroom door, startling her back to reality.
“Fine! I’ll be out in a sec.” She brushed her teeth with minty toothpaste and one finger before drawing a deep breath and heading out to face him again.
He’d slipped on a royal-blue Renegades sweatshirt and a pair of Nike sneakers.
No less handsome, she thought, holding back a frustrated frown.
He grabbed his keys from the bowl by the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
He narrowed his gaze. “Where do you think? I’m taking you home.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. It’s broad daylight now.”
“And I’ll feel better knowing that your doorman is willing to let you inside the apartment without your key.” His tone left no room for argument. Neither did the fact that he picked up a garment bag in which he’d obviously hung her outfit. He handed her shoes to her and waited while she slipped them on.
“I feel silly,” she muttered as she followed him into the hall.
“Adorable,” he corrected her. Placing one hand on her back, he led her to the elevator. A moment later, the door opened and they stepped inside.
People joined them at various floors, leaving no time for conversation, and Amy was relieved. She tried not to feel as if she was sneaking out of a man’s apartment in last night’s clothes, but she wasn’t a pro at this. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t slept with him, she was embarrassed,
Thank goodness she couldn’t hold her champagne. “You’re a good guy, John,” she said, calling him by his given name.
“I like when you call me that.” His face actually flushed. “As for being a good guy, I’m pretty sure it was a first.”
She untangled herself from the blanket he’d covered her with. “I really should be getting home. The daytime doorman will let me in without a problem.” She hoped. She got up and folded the covers, leaving them in a neat pile on the couch. “I’ll just change and give you back your sister’s clothes.”
“There’s no rush. Why don’t you wear them home and I’ll get them from you the next time I see you.”
Meaning he wanted there to be a next time. So did she. But she had a plan for her life, and while last night she’d gotten carried away in the moment, helped by the alcohol, she had to put the brakes on here and now. Even if he was the guy she’d gotten to know last night and not the showman from the wedding, she needed time and space to get a foothold in her new life before getting involved in a relationship.
But she wasn’t going to make an issue out of a magnanimous gesture. “Are you sure your sister won’t mind?”
“She hasn’t stayed over since getting engaged, and even if she wanted to, there are more clothes in the closet. Trust me, she won’t care if you borrow some things.” He grinned then, a sexy gesture meant to sway her, and it worked.
“Okay, but I’m going to look pretty ridiculous wearing these sweats and my high heels from last night.”
“You’ll look cute, not ridiculous.” He ran his finger down the bridge of her nose, over the freckles she’d always found embarrassing because they made her look so young. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and the gesture felt incredibly intimate and sensual.
“Excuse me for a minute, okay?” she said, slipping by him so she could head for the bathroom before she got caught up in how delicious he looked wearing low-slung, unbuttoned jeans and no shirt.
His hair had been messed either from sleep or from running a hand through it in place of a comb or brush. First thing in the morning he looked endearingly sexy, and she’d have to convince herself not to notice if she wanted to get out of here quickly, with a minimum of fuss.
She was determined to make her morning-after-nothing-happened escape, thank you very much.
“Amy, are you okay in there?” Roper knocked on the bathroom door, startling her back to reality.
“Fine! I’ll be out in a sec.” She brushed her teeth with minty toothpaste and one finger before drawing a deep breath and heading out to face him again.
He’d slipped on a royal-blue Renegades sweatshirt and a pair of Nike sneakers.
No less handsome, she thought, holding back a frustrated frown.
He grabbed his keys from the bowl by the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
He narrowed his gaze. “Where do you think? I’m taking you home.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. It’s broad daylight now.”
“And I’ll feel better knowing that your doorman is willing to let you inside the apartment without your key.” His tone left no room for argument. Neither did the fact that he picked up a garment bag in which he’d obviously hung her outfit. He handed her shoes to her and waited while she slipped them on.
“I feel silly,” she muttered as she followed him into the hall.
“Adorable,” he corrected her. Placing one hand on her back, he led her to the elevator. A moment later, the door opened and they stepped inside.
People joined them at various floors, leaving no time for conversation, and Amy was relieved. She tried not to feel as if she was sneaking out of a man’s apartment in last night’s clothes, but she wasn’t a pro at this. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t slept with him, she was embarrassed,
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