Chapter Twenty-Two
When Kate got back home, she found a note from Darius on her door.
We have to talk.
Worst phrase in the English language. All it did was inspire dread. Instantly in a bad mood, she crumpled the note and tossed it away. The time she’d spent with Darius in LA had sparked a fire in her—and left her wanting so much more. Was he about to put a stop to it before they went any further?
What else had she expected? She was the cynical one, after all. She was Team s*x, the one who didn’t believe in relationships that went anywhere. She’d just lectured her grandmother about that very thing.
And yet…damn.
She reached the living room and glared at the Kama Sutra rug. “Don’t tease me, you.”
“Talking to the furniture again?” Darius’ deep voice resonated across her skin, along he
