Chapter FourStrange sensations swirled in Annabelle's belly. Guilt burned in a fiery hot ribbon. Guilt that, after paying for a night in a hotel room, Gavin now sat across from her at a small round table, prepared to pay for her breakfast as well. She'd declined his offer, but he insisted. When she asked why, he simply stated, “for no other reason than I want to.”
Red-draped curtains flanked the sizeable room where they sat. A heavenly waft of coffee and bacon floated past them, and hunger choked out the guilt. It left her mouth watery and her stomach eager to fill itself, regardless of the slightly inappropriate circumstances.
“You know something?” he murmured in an undertone, so as not to alert the other diners.
“What's that?” Annabelle asked, and then swallowed compulsively around a
