She knew exactly why he scratched his head. Their love-making had been torrid. It had been sensual. It had been shaming. And it had been absent of any affection.
Certainly on his part. Why would a kiss be a sign of anything? To him anyway. She was the damn fool who'd once thought it had been. Who even now was forced to concede the pleasure it would be to take her hand sharply across his face to assist his understanding of her feelings. The impertinence of the damn man, the stinging ignorance.
"It just is." She eased the distance between them a whisper. "So there will be none. Not now. Not at all."
"All right then. Saves time. It means "
"Rule two." She saw his eyes freeze as he readied himself to yank off his shirt. She persisted anyway. Why not? In many ways she walked a tightrope he
