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And he is stone, his expression is unreadable, his jaw set hard, proof that the nerve I hit over that tattoo is still raw and present "There is nothing about you," he says, "or this night, that is uncomplicated or what I expected"
"I don’t knohat that ?"
"Think about it You’ll figure it out" He runs a hand through his dark hair leaving it a sexy, tousled ht back" And just like that he’s on his feet, pulling his pants that he never even took off, up I’ve been naked on top of the damn city, and he never even undressed He turns away and I watch as he crosses toward the fireplace and then disappears down a hallway
I force out a breath that seeure it out? Okay Well I’m all over the place here because the way I see it one of two coiven a nudge and space to leave or he no longer plans toor why I’s and his intentions, don’t--no, can’t--matter This is a reality check for me The botto done I hop to my feet, snatch up my shoes, and run for the balcony door forbefore Shane returns Exiting to the now dark balcony again, the lights flicker on, and I drop , I locate , and rush forward Grabbing it, I step into it, and tug it into place, leaving the zipper open while I hunt for my bra Instead locateaside memories of me spread ith his mouth in intimate places, I snap it up One look at the thin material and absent buttons and I know I need that bra At least if I have it on, I can hug my shirt shut, and be covered if I have a asp as I bu?" he de my wrist by my side, while I pull o," I say, thinking ling from his touch "We both have … stuff … toet up early"
"I have an alarm," he counters
"You said we’re complicated, Shane"
"Whatever we are, or are not, neither one of us want you to leave I know I don’t want you to leave"
He doesn’t want me to leave I don’t knohat to say or do
"I called Susie and she’s sending over ravioli," he adds
I blink "What? You did? It’s late"
"Ten o’clock They close at eleven" He indicates a black T-shirt in his hand I haven’t noticed until now "I brought this for you" He steps toautoh the holes, and let the shirt fall to hting with approval "Did I mention I like you in my clothes? And out of yours" I don’t have tis me to him, lifts the shirt, and slips his hands inside the band of my skirt "I took this off of you for a reason," he says, sliding it off ripsit aside "How about so unna is what he’d meant when he said think about it It’s also exactly why I was going to leave and why I can’t "Will you let nac isn’t wine and I didn’t want you to pass out onas it’s in ers withwe’ve shared, as is the e just stand there for several seconds before he says, "Let’s get that wine"
"Let rabbing my skirt and blouse Shane picks up my shoes and I do another sweep of the area "I can’t findue that I will to the apart to face him only to have him take my clothes from me "I’ll put those in the bedroom" He motions to the minibar "There’s wine in the cabinet Take your pick"
He’s already walking and I’ after hi me I wait for the panic to set in, but it doesn’t come Shane doesn’t know the truth about me and there is no reason he ever will
It’s better to live one day as a lion than a hundred years as a lamb
--John Gotti
CHAPTER SEVEN
EMILY
Noith the excuse of being Shane’s captive, I turn toward theto enjoy the wine and the ain, re me about my phone I take a step toward et the call I’ I’ll be upset If I did, I’ll be freaked out that I missed it, and it’s not like I can have yet another heated phone debate in front of Shane I turn back to the , it’s started again Concerned about the late hour and a possible erab it, but I’m not sure what to do from here Should I call out to hile" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">