Once past the bar, he found an unoccupied sitting area. Taking the very center of the couch, he pulled her down beside him. He smelled of subtly dark cologne, of soap…of man. And she was way too close. She tried to shift away, only to realize he’d wedged her between him and the arm of the couch.
“Does it bother you to sit beside me?” he asked, leaning back and studying her. His leg against her thigh was hard, ungiving.
Did he expect her to be rude? “Um, no, of course not.” Trying to ignore the feeling of being crowded, she tipped her foot up, wiggled her toes. Why was she barefoot anyway?
“Look at me.” He put gentle fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet his level gaze.
“Kari, part of the adventure is being honest with each other. When I ask you a question, I want an honest answer
