Her eyes meet mine, and though she appears almost timid, her understanding of the meaning behind my words is unmistakable. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of pink as she inhales. I almost think she wants to admit she feels it too, but then her gaze drops.
The kiss proves to me there is a strong connection between us that can’t be ignored and I’m positive that I’m not the only one who feels it.
“What are we discussing when you return?” She stumbled backward, nearly into the doorway.
I almost lunge for her, but stop myself when I see she is fine. My outstretched hands tremble in anticipation, eager to reach out to her. “Barrett, can I have one more minute with her?”
When I turn to look over my shoulder at him, he stands there with the same expression as his son. They sense somet
