Chapter 54

He took a sip of coffee, his eyes narrowed disconcertingly on her face. She was glad that he was still behind the island in the kitchen.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

Sara gave a little laugh, which sounded fake to her ears. “I mean, you don’t have to do this…reassurance thing. I really don’t expect you to make me feel like you want me to be around forever or anything like that…” Her words trailed off, diminishing some of the vehemence with which she’d started the statement.

He walked round the island, a ridiculously small coffee cup in one hand, his other in the pocket of his jeans. He looked astoundingly gorgeous in a dark sweater. Unconsciously, Sara backed away.

“Believe me,” he said throatily, “the only thing I want to make you feel right now involves a soft surface and no clothing in our way.”

Sara gulped and took a quick swig of coffee. “Look,” she said weakly, “all I’m saying is that I know what this is and I’m fine with that. R