Chapter 10Bret sat up, too, turning to follow her, first with his gaze and then scooting over to where he could put his arms around her again. “Whoa. What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”
She shook her head, refusing to lift her gaze to meet his.
“No, not really. But we forgot something.”
It took all of thirty seconds for the meaning of her words to soak in. When understanding hit, a chill settled in his belly. He never neglected to use protection. Never. What had she done to him? What had he done to her?
“You’ll know before you leave, won’t you? I mean if I, if we…Damn, Boston, I’m sorry. I don’t do that—forget and take chances.”
She shook her head. “It’s not the right time for me, so I don’t think there’s any harm done.” Her voice sounded brittle, the Bostonian dropped Rs much mor
