Before he could decide where to start, she blurted, “I owe you an apology… for kissing you on Saturday.”
It might not be wise to say it, but he couldn’t help himself. Nor could he stop the smile that accompanied it. “No apology necessary. I enjoyed it immensely.”
“I’m sure you did, but I do owe you an apology because I did it to hurt you.”
“I’m guessing by the look in your eyes right before you slammed the door that you hurt yourself as much or more than you intended to hurt me.”
Becky flicked a trough in the snow that had piled up four inches on the railing. “Yeah, I did.”
It would probably be best not to respond to that—not because he felt even remotely triumphant but because she deserved her privacy on the matter. He lifted his gaze to the heavens and let his eyes wander amongst th
