Trey’s hand slowly stilled. His voice broke through the quiet. “So are we gonna talk about how long you need to insist on having space? Because I don’t agree. I’m doing my best, but it’s not easy.”
Her throat tightened. Anxiety bloomed in her chest. She didn’t know how to explain, or if it made any sense, even to her. Forcing herself to take a breath, she took another few gulps of wine, the wine starting to dull the fear clamped over her. Trey’s presence was everything she wanted and everything she’d convinced herself she could never have. He was strong, sure, intelligent, caring, protective and sexy as hell. On top of all that, he was an amazing single father. And being near him set her nerves alight—shivery sparks skittering, her belly fluttering, and wet heat building.
Emma finally lo
