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total disbelief plastered on his face resembled a vague, alcoholic haze. And he did seem a little disoriented. "I just said it's obvious that. . ." It didn't seem worth repeating, and another thought had just occurred to her. He'd seemed curiously hesitant about keeping the date he'd had tonight. "Did something go wrong with your date? I really didn't think you'd be home until..." She had started to say "in the morning," but finished with "later."
"My date?" he repeated. "Oh, yeah," he added quickly, grasping at the excuse he'd just been offered. "Maggie was that 'little situation' I'd mentioned before, and things . . . well..." He was lying through his teeth. There had never been anything except sex between him and Maggie. That didn't even exist anymore. And the "little situation" he'd referred to earlier had been nothing more than a joking reference to having Toni live with him. He'd meant nothing by those words—then.
Toni knew that she should offer her sympathy, tell him she was sorry that things hadn't gone well with his date. But she couldn't. Kyle didn't seem particularly upset about Maggie, and the memory of his kisses still burned too feverishly in Toni's mind for her to be charitable about another woman's loss.
"You'd better get to bed," Kyle said, suddenly looking very tired. "You said you had to meet the good doctor before his rounds in the morning."
Toni told herself that she only imagined the slight derision in Kyle's voice. She hadn't bothered to tell him that all those "dates" she had with Greg to go house-hunting were really expeditions to find investment property for Greg.and his associates at his clinic. She'd yet to try to find a house for herself—she simply hadn't had time—and she and Greg had quickly come to the understanding that they shared nothing more than a few common interests.
This is crazy, she told herself, not even aware that she was shaking her head. Or that Kyle was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. She was looking down at the soft gray carpet, digging her bare toes into the nap. Here we are, standing in the hall in the middle of the night discussing another man and another woman and not three minutes ago we were . . . She glanced up then, and immediately wished she hadn't. Kyle was shrugging out of his shirt. "I'd take some aspirin if I were you," she mumbled, quickly stepping inside her bedroom. Closing the door, she added a hasty, " 'Night, Kyle."
All the while they had been talking, she'd been painfully aware of the savage pounding in her chest. Even now, safely away from him, it seemed to take forever for her heart to resume a more even beat. It wasn't until she could trust her legs to carry her to her bed that she finally moved from where she'd flattened herself against the door.
She'd tried not to let it happen. But it had. During the past few days she'd found many of the old feelings creeping back, along with some frightening new ones—feelings she had firmly told herself didn't exist.
There was no denying their existence now. She had fallen in love with Kyle all over again. Only this time, it wasn't the naive hero-worship that had made her think that everything he did or said was beyond scrutiny. It was the kind of caring born of true friendship. A knowledge that recognized all Kyle's little -imperfections and loved him in spite of them.
How could it have happened so fast? It had only been ten days!
Toni undressed and pulled on the very un-sexy pink flowered nightgown her mother had sent her last Christmas from London. Or had it been Ireland? She couldn't remember, and right now the path of her mother's constant jaunts was the last thing on her mind. Toni shoved the hair out of her eyes and plopped down on the bed.
Of all the men in the world, why did she have to be in love with a man who viewed marriage with such distaste and all but broke out in hives when anyone even mentioned children?
She snapped off the light and slid between the covers. That kind of
"My date?" he repeated. "Oh, yeah," he added quickly, grasping at the excuse he'd just been offered. "Maggie was that 'little situation' I'd mentioned before, and things . . . well..." He was lying through his teeth. There had never been anything except sex between him and Maggie. That didn't even exist anymore. And the "little situation" he'd referred to earlier had been nothing more than a joking reference to having Toni live with him. He'd meant nothing by those words—then.
Toni knew that she should offer her sympathy, tell him she was sorry that things hadn't gone well with his date. But she couldn't. Kyle didn't seem particularly upset about Maggie, and the memory of his kisses still burned too feverishly in Toni's mind for her to be charitable about another woman's loss.
"You'd better get to bed," Kyle said, suddenly looking very tired. "You said you had to meet the good doctor before his rounds in the morning."
Toni told herself that she only imagined the slight derision in Kyle's voice. She hadn't bothered to tell him that all those "dates" she had with Greg to go house-hunting were really expeditions to find investment property for Greg.and his associates at his clinic. She'd yet to try to find a house for herself—she simply hadn't had time—and she and Greg had quickly come to the understanding that they shared nothing more than a few common interests.
This is crazy, she told herself, not even aware that she was shaking her head. Or that Kyle was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. She was looking down at the soft gray carpet, digging her bare toes into the nap. Here we are, standing in the hall in the middle of the night discussing another man and another woman and not three minutes ago we were . . . She glanced up then, and immediately wished she hadn't. Kyle was shrugging out of his shirt. "I'd take some aspirin if I were you," she mumbled, quickly stepping inside her bedroom. Closing the door, she added a hasty, " 'Night, Kyle."
All the while they had been talking, she'd been painfully aware of the savage pounding in her chest. Even now, safely away from him, it seemed to take forever for her heart to resume a more even beat. It wasn't until she could trust her legs to carry her to her bed that she finally moved from where she'd flattened herself against the door.
She'd tried not to let it happen. But it had. During the past few days she'd found many of the old feelings creeping back, along with some frightening new ones—feelings she had firmly told herself didn't exist.
There was no denying their existence now. She had fallen in love with Kyle all over again. Only this time, it wasn't the naive hero-worship that had made her think that everything he did or said was beyond scrutiny. It was the kind of caring born of true friendship. A knowledge that recognized all Kyle's little -imperfections and loved him in spite of them.
How could it have happened so fast? It had only been ten days!
Toni undressed and pulled on the very un-sexy pink flowered nightgown her mother had sent her last Christmas from London. Or had it been Ireland? She couldn't remember, and right now the path of her mother's constant jaunts was the last thing on her mind. Toni shoved the hair out of her eyes and plopped down on the bed.
Of all the men in the world, why did she have to be in love with a man who viewed marriage with such distaste and all but broke out in hives when anyone even mentioned children?
She snapped off the light and slid between the covers. That kind of
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