a trace of admiration, and I think I’m
forgiven.
“Yes,” I whisper, still reeling from the intensity of his
kiss and his impassioned command.
“Good.”
“Ray is ex-army. He taught me well.”
“I’m very glad he did,” he breathes and adds, arching a
brow, “I’ll need to remember that.” Taking my hand, he
leads me out of the elevator and I follow, relieved. I think
that’s as bad as his mood is going to get.
“I need to call Barney. I won’t be long.” He
“I need to call Barney. I won’t be long.” He
disappears into his study, lea一ving me stranded in the vast
living room. Mrs. Jones is adding the finishing touches to
our meal. I realize I am famished, but I need something to
do.
“Can I help?” I ask.