CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
With linked hands they went into his apartment. As soon as the door was closed, he tried to go into the kitchen, but she dropped her purse, kept his hand and didn’t let him choose their destination. Leading him into the bedroom, she slipped off her shoes and cozied up to him, coaxing him toward the bed. She caught his tee-shirt and let her fingers find their way underneath to his abs.
“Do you have time for this?” she asked.
Usually he spent all his time working. Afternoon delight, well, evening delight, wasn’t often scheduled as far as she was aware.
“I told you I’d shoehorn in an hour if you needed me to,” he said with a grin that made her laugh.
Being together was different with everything out in the open. Last night sort of felt like a goodbye, like it was her la
