Chapter Eight
“You can come inside and meet Cousin Carlo, if you like. It’s only, what, eleven? I think he’s a night owl, because he didn’t get up this morning until noonish.” I waited until Merrick pulled into the drive for Carlo’s house before making that suggestion.
To be honest, I was a bit discombobulated about our recent carnal activities.
Why? You enjoyed yourself.
Stop eavesdropping.
But more than that, I was feeling somewhat deflated. Not by the experience itself—
Good. I made sure you enjoyed yourself.
Stop it!
But because of what he’d said afterward. That he could share something so wonderful, so ... primal ... and then tell me that we had no future together when clearly we did, well, that said a lot about the sort of man he was.
I’ve been telling you that all along. I’
