She wanted one last taste, one last feel of him. Kissing Brett made her feel so carefree. A way Laurel had forgotten to feel.
She wanted him.
She wanted the magic they’d shared in Reno.
She wanted her feelings to be real.
The last piece of reality abandoned her, but he pulled away, leaving her aching for his lips against hers again.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his breathing ragged, eyes stormy. “I don’t want you to think I’m putting the moves on you, but there’s still some sort of chemistry between us.”
Understatement of the year.
Not trusting her voice, she nodded, trying to catch her breath.
“If you and I…we…” He inhaled deeply. “If we were married—”
“But we’re not, and we never will be.” Laurel said the words, but they didn’t come out as forcefully as she hoped.
His nostrils flared.
