LIZZIE HEARD THE FRONT door open and close, and sighed. Guess whatever just happened here is done. She threw back the covers, grabbed fresh clothes from her suitcase, and headed to the shower.
That kiss. Seems like he’s attracted to me, Lizzie mused as she lathered up her hair. And I appreciate that maybe he wants to move slowly? Just wish he’d pick up the pace a little bit.
She frowned at her thoughts. What is wrong with me?
Nothing. Not a damn thing. For the first time in a year, you’re attracted to someone. What the hell is wrong with that? If you want things to move along, you may have to be the one to pick up the pace, Liz. It’s not like you don’t know how, her drive pointed out.
That’s true, she admitted to herself. I damn sure accelerated things in Grand Cayman, as I recall.
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