Fortune's Secret Daughter. Barbara McCauley
just jump into bed with him? Narrowing her gaze, she said coolly, “Look, Blackwolf, just because you’re sort of a good-looking guy with a decent enough body doesn’t mean that every woman is just waiting around for an invitation to sleep with you. Thanks, but no thanks.”
His brow rose. “I was just offering to take the sofa tonight,” he said with a grin. “But thanks anyway for the sort-of-almost compliment. I think.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Darn it, darn it. She’d done it again. Made a complete fool out of herself. “I just thought that you—I mean, I assumed that… Oh, never mind.”
Quickly, before he could see the blush that was working its way up her neck, she hurried out the door, not quite certain if she was relieved or disappointed.
“What do you mean, you’re leaving! You can’t leave me, not now. Do I mean nothing to you?”
“You’re everything to me. That’s why I must leave. Don’t you see?”
A bag of chocolate chip cookies in one hand, the remote in his other, Guy sat on the sofa and watched the only channel where he’d been able to find a semi-clear reception. After Holly had left earlier, he’d had a dizzy spell and been forced to lay low for a while. He’d tried to read, but the words had blurred, so he’d been left with the company of the TV.
From what he’d been able to figure out so far, the soap opera, Storm’s Cove, took place in a small Seattle seaside community that was spilling over with sex and scandal. Guy had lived in Seattle for five years and was amazed that such lust and treachery existed right under his nose.
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