He carefully brushed hair away from her face. “Some other time. I need to go take care of Max.”
“Okay.” She was both relieved and disappointed. It was the first time she’d invited him to spend the night, so she should be mad he turned her down, but at the same time, without him there, she could sort through her own feelings and figure out what she was going to do.
Fiona’s eyes closed before he’d even gotten dressed. Connor stood in her bedroom, wearing his jeans and holding his T-shirt, and watched her sleep. Her breath slipped into a contented sigh. The urge to crawl into bed with her and hold her against his body struck him with unbelievable force.
What the f**k was he doing?
This woman kept him off balance, and he couldn’t think straight. He’d believed she was going to toss him out
