glanced between him and Doreen.
She wasn’t fooling anyone. A thousand bucks said she’d called Doreen while she was upstairs and planned to have her friend come rescue her, because he’d read her right and it made her uncomfortable. He leaned against the wall, waiting to see what Katina would do.
“We need to work on that plan…the um, you know, the thing for the Mitchells.” Doreen oversmiled, showing all her teeth.
Katina pressed her hand against her forehead. “I totally forgot.”
“Do you have your car? You could follow me back to your place.” Doreen asked.
“No. Trent brought me. I’ll have to go with you.” Katina turned to Trent and kissed him quick. “Thank you for everything. I’m sorry to leave, but like I mentioned earlier, I do have work to do.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Come here.”
Her jaw dropped before she caught herself. “What?”
“Come here.”
She stepped closer. “What?”
“Go ahead and run this one time, but know that we will talk about this.” He hooked his thumb under her chin and held her gaze. “I’ll call you at nine. Answer the phone.”
She nodded. “‘Kay.”
He inhaled deeply. “Don’t forget your material.”
“Thanks.” She walked into the other room and returned clutching the cloth to her chest, watching him the whole way.
He walked to the door, saw them out, and then they were gone. He shut the door, and turned the dead bolt. He was not in a good mood. Not at all.
Chapter Eight
The bold-printed material Trent bought covered Katina’s legs. She removed a straight pin from the throw pillow and adjusted the corner of the fabric. Two hours she’d worked on one pillow, and she was no closer to finishing.
“I give up.” She tossed everything off her lap onto the couch and slouched.
Being alone after she’d returned from Trent’s house seemed like a good idea at the time. Now she wished she had let Doreen stay, even though she didn’t have any answers to Doreen’s many questions about her date with Trent.
Trent was invading her thoughts, and she barely had the energy to think about what happened between them, much less what the future held. She rolled off the couch. The situation called for ice cream. The more chocolate, the better.
With the carton clutched under her arm, the spoon stuck deep in the ice cream, she walked back into the living room. The doorbell rang. She changed directions and headed toward the door. If Doreen came back to bother her about Trent, then she’d make Doreen gain five pounds too as they hashed out her feelings.
She shoved the loaded spoon in her mouth to free her hand and turned the knob. Shit.
Trent stood in the hallway, glaring at her. “You didn’t even check to see who was here.”
She pulled the spoon out of her mouth, swallowed, and grimaced as the cold food moved down her throat. “Did too.”
“Bullshit.” He backed her up into the room, shut the door, and locked the dead bolt. “You don’t even use the lock.”
“I forgot.” She took another bite of ice cream to keep from saying more.
“Baby…” He shook his head.
“What?”
She couldn’t tell if he was happy to see her or wanted to kick her ass. A mix of emotions played across his face, none of them recognizable. And she refused to explore his reaction.
The look in his eyes told her not to push her luck. Deciding to play it safe, she walked around the couch, putting an obstacle between them, so she’d keep her distance. At this point, she knew better than to trust herself around Trent.
“You’re driving me nuts,” he mumbled as he stalked forward and around the couch.
She stared at him, tilting her head back the closer he came. Her nipples peaked, betraying her. “Fine. I’ll try to remember to use the lock.”
He kept coming closer. “You need to use the peephole too.”
“Sure, and I’ll do a background check on every person who knocks on my door to be on the safe side,” she said.
“Kat…” He stood in
She wasn’t fooling anyone. A thousand bucks said she’d called Doreen while she was upstairs and planned to have her friend come rescue her, because he’d read her right and it made her uncomfortable. He leaned against the wall, waiting to see what Katina would do.
“We need to work on that plan…the um, you know, the thing for the Mitchells.” Doreen oversmiled, showing all her teeth.
Katina pressed her hand against her forehead. “I totally forgot.”
“Do you have your car? You could follow me back to your place.” Doreen asked.
“No. Trent brought me. I’ll have to go with you.” Katina turned to Trent and kissed him quick. “Thank you for everything. I’m sorry to leave, but like I mentioned earlier, I do have work to do.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Come here.”
Her jaw dropped before she caught herself. “What?”
“Come here.”
She stepped closer. “What?”
“Go ahead and run this one time, but know that we will talk about this.” He hooked his thumb under her chin and held her gaze. “I’ll call you at nine. Answer the phone.”
She nodded. “‘Kay.”
He inhaled deeply. “Don’t forget your material.”
“Thanks.” She walked into the other room and returned clutching the cloth to her chest, watching him the whole way.
He walked to the door, saw them out, and then they were gone. He shut the door, and turned the dead bolt. He was not in a good mood. Not at all.
Chapter Eight
The bold-printed material Trent bought covered Katina’s legs. She removed a straight pin from the throw pillow and adjusted the corner of the fabric. Two hours she’d worked on one pillow, and she was no closer to finishing.
“I give up.” She tossed everything off her lap onto the couch and slouched.
Being alone after she’d returned from Trent’s house seemed like a good idea at the time. Now she wished she had let Doreen stay, even though she didn’t have any answers to Doreen’s many questions about her date with Trent.
Trent was invading her thoughts, and she barely had the energy to think about what happened between them, much less what the future held. She rolled off the couch. The situation called for ice cream. The more chocolate, the better.
With the carton clutched under her arm, the spoon stuck deep in the ice cream, she walked back into the living room. The doorbell rang. She changed directions and headed toward the door. If Doreen came back to bother her about Trent, then she’d make Doreen gain five pounds too as they hashed out her feelings.
She shoved the loaded spoon in her mouth to free her hand and turned the knob. Shit.
Trent stood in the hallway, glaring at her. “You didn’t even check to see who was here.”
She pulled the spoon out of her mouth, swallowed, and grimaced as the cold food moved down her throat. “Did too.”
“Bullshit.” He backed her up into the room, shut the door, and locked the dead bolt. “You don’t even use the lock.”
“I forgot.” She took another bite of ice cream to keep from saying more.
“Baby…” He shook his head.
“What?”
She couldn’t tell if he was happy to see her or wanted to kick her ass. A mix of emotions played across his face, none of them recognizable. And she refused to explore his reaction.
The look in his eyes told her not to push her luck. Deciding to play it safe, she walked around the couch, putting an obstacle between them, so she’d keep her distance. At this point, she knew better than to trust herself around Trent.
“You’re driving me nuts,” he mumbled as he stalked forward and around the couch.
She stared at him, tilting her head back the closer he came. Her nipples peaked, betraying her. “Fine. I’ll try to remember to use the lock.”
He kept coming closer. “You need to use the peephole too.”
“Sure, and I’ll do a background check on every person who knocks on my door to be on the safe side,” she said.
“Kat…” He stood in
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