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And sure, they’d been made while in the throes of passion, so technically they didn’t count—not in her books anyway—but still She couldn’t deny that she’d said them, just as it was clearly evident that either Shane hadn’t heard her—and that was probably a good thing—or he had heard her and obviously wasn’t in the same throes that she’d been in

He could have been riding in the sex-with-no-strings lane, while she was cruising down the oh-od-I-can’t-live-without-you hi-way

“You’re an idiot,” she murmured

“Good to know” Shane’s voice ru her nose She shifted and gazed up into eyes that were too daher

He s her so tenderly that she had to look away, because the tears that had been mere pricks of heat were now full and weepy, and they slid down her cheeks

“Hey,” he said softly, his hands in her hairher skull “Are you okay?”

She nodded but didn’t answer because she sure as hell didn’t trust her voice With her eyes averted, she carefully hid her sniffles and continued to trace his tattoo A lot of thoughts crowded her s unspoken

“Ah, Christ, Bobbi”

Shane startled her and she turned her head, exhaling as his large hands wiped away the tears that sat near the corner of her mouth

“Honey, we got carried away last night and I’hly and swore under his breath “I mean, I’m clean, there are no worries there, but…”

His voice trailed off and she knehere hisAnother shadow of a past that wasn’t finished

Bobbi cleared her throat and shut hinant, don’t”

“You sure?” His finger exerted enough pressure that she couldn’t look away

“Positive,” she answered lightly

Her voice drifted off and for a few moments there was silence, broken only by the steady tick tock of the Grandfather clock When they’d tuht before they hadn’t made it to any of the three bedrooms Heck, she’d barely crossed the threshold when he was inside her again, and they’d fallen onto the floor in front of the fireplace