Chapter Two
Elise blew out an incredulous laugh, throwing her hands up in surrender. “You bet! What have I got to lose? Care for some coffee?” she asked, heading toward the kitchen. Not that she was trying to be a great hostess, but Noel Posas was scaring the living hell out of her. Yet something in her gut said she shouldn’t send him away. Not yet anyway. Though her mind rebelled against his weird story and primitive tale, she had seen enough in the past few months that she honestly couldn’t disregard it outright.
“Gracias,” he said from directly behind her. “It isn’t often that I indulge in what most men take for granted.” When Elise turned around his eyes flickered with awareness; a flame of familiar desire that turned her knees rubbery as week-old celery.
She chose to deflect the co
