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thinking was far too premature, and quite out-dated. In most respects she was very much a liberated and forward-thinking individual. She was also an adult, and she'd face this little situation as any other red-blooded American woman would.
He had wanted her. She had felt his need, and the desire that mirrored her own had been very, very real. Doubts marred the heady knowledge that Kyle had finally noticed her as a woman. Had he sensed her inexperience? Is that why he had pulled away from her? What hadn't she done?
"Oh, hell," she mumbled, stuffing her head under her pillow. She was excited and uncertain, and in love. And there were just too many questions she couldn't answer right now. "Just pretend you're Scarlett O'Hara and think about it tomorrow."
That was the most practical thought she'd had in the last half hour. But it was a ploy that she knew wasn't going to work.
❧
Another move like that, Donovan, Kyle chided himself as he tossed his wadded-up shirt on the chair and moved through the living room to the wet bar, and she'll move out of here so fast. . .
He didn't allow himself to complete the uncomfortable thought and, cradling his drink between his hands, sank to the sofa with a disgusted sigh. It probably would have been smarter to do about a hundred and fifty laps in the pool. But drowning himself in liquor seemed more appropriate. Toni had thought he'd had too much to drink already!
He didn't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, or just be grateful that she'd so generously excused his actions.
It had taken several seconds for her trembling plea to register. And though she hadn't said all the words, Kyle had heard the ones he thought she'd left unsaid. I don't . . . want this!
There had been no mistaking the desire he'd felt in her, but he was convinced now that it had been nothing more than a product of vulnerability. A woman was at her weakest when she first woke up, he told himself with unequivocal male certainty. And he had no doubt caught her with her defenses, and judgment, fogged by sleep.
It was obvious enough—when she'd finally regained her senses—that she wasn't interested in altering their relationship. So quickly had she reverted to her usual, half-teasing, half-mocking self. And then she'd asked him about his date!
He glared at the drink he'd yet to touch and shoved it across the coffee table. He had no intention of drinking himself into oblivion, though the thought had had a few nebulous merits. He felt bad enough right now without a hangover in the morning to remind him of his stupidity.
In the morning. He'd have to face her in the morning. How would she react to him?
"Knowing Toni," he muttered to himself, "I bet she'll either tease you about it, or ask you what in the hell you thought you were doing."
If she chose the latter, he had no idea how he'd respond.
All he knew at the moment was that he had to stick to the decision he'd made days ago. He could offer her nothing more than an affair anyway, so he'd do everything in his power to see that their relationship remained just as it was. They were friends. Period. He could learn to live with cold showers.
Chapter 4
F our a.m. always came too early. Anyone up at this hour either had to be crazy, or a stockbroker. Toni wondered absently if they weren't one and the same.
Leaning against the counter by the sink, she raised her hand to cover a yawn and waited for the coffee to finish brewing. She could stumble through her shower without being fully awake, but putting on makeup and getting dressed required a greater level of consciousness.
Though Toni was still fighting her usual early-morning inertia, she was aware of the sound of Kyle's shower running in his bathroom. As long as she could hear that, there was no danger of seeing him. And she didn't want to see him until she had a full grip on her mental faculties. It was very important that she be able to measure his reaction to her this morning.
Deciding
He had wanted her. She had felt his need, and the desire that mirrored her own had been very, very real. Doubts marred the heady knowledge that Kyle had finally noticed her as a woman. Had he sensed her inexperience? Is that why he had pulled away from her? What hadn't she done?
"Oh, hell," she mumbled, stuffing her head under her pillow. She was excited and uncertain, and in love. And there were just too many questions she couldn't answer right now. "Just pretend you're Scarlett O'Hara and think about it tomorrow."
That was the most practical thought she'd had in the last half hour. But it was a ploy that she knew wasn't going to work.
❧
Another move like that, Donovan, Kyle chided himself as he tossed his wadded-up shirt on the chair and moved through the living room to the wet bar, and she'll move out of here so fast. . .
He didn't allow himself to complete the uncomfortable thought and, cradling his drink between his hands, sank to the sofa with a disgusted sigh. It probably would have been smarter to do about a hundred and fifty laps in the pool. But drowning himself in liquor seemed more appropriate. Toni had thought he'd had too much to drink already!
He didn't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, or just be grateful that she'd so generously excused his actions.
It had taken several seconds for her trembling plea to register. And though she hadn't said all the words, Kyle had heard the ones he thought she'd left unsaid. I don't . . . want this!
There had been no mistaking the desire he'd felt in her, but he was convinced now that it had been nothing more than a product of vulnerability. A woman was at her weakest when she first woke up, he told himself with unequivocal male certainty. And he had no doubt caught her with her defenses, and judgment, fogged by sleep.
It was obvious enough—when she'd finally regained her senses—that she wasn't interested in altering their relationship. So quickly had she reverted to her usual, half-teasing, half-mocking self. And then she'd asked him about his date!
He glared at the drink he'd yet to touch and shoved it across the coffee table. He had no intention of drinking himself into oblivion, though the thought had had a few nebulous merits. He felt bad enough right now without a hangover in the morning to remind him of his stupidity.
In the morning. He'd have to face her in the morning. How would she react to him?
"Knowing Toni," he muttered to himself, "I bet she'll either tease you about it, or ask you what in the hell you thought you were doing."
If she chose the latter, he had no idea how he'd respond.
All he knew at the moment was that he had to stick to the decision he'd made days ago. He could offer her nothing more than an affair anyway, so he'd do everything in his power to see that their relationship remained just as it was. They were friends. Period. He could learn to live with cold showers.
Chapter 4
F our a.m. always came too early. Anyone up at this hour either had to be crazy, or a stockbroker. Toni wondered absently if they weren't one and the same.
Leaning against the counter by the sink, she raised her hand to cover a yawn and waited for the coffee to finish brewing. She could stumble through her shower without being fully awake, but putting on makeup and getting dressed required a greater level of consciousness.
Though Toni was still fighting her usual early-morning inertia, she was aware of the sound of Kyle's shower running in his bathroom. As long as she could hear that, there was no danger of seeing him. And she didn't want to see him until she had a full grip on her mental faculties. It was very important that she be able to measure his reaction to her this morning.
Deciding
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