He shook his head and stood up. “You need to rest. Tomorrow is soon enough.”
I rose and followed him to the door. “Thank you for taking care of me tonight,” I murmured. “I’m sorry our date was ruined.”
He paused, his hand on the doorknob, and looked down at me. “I don’t think it was ruined. Though I wish you’d had a chance to eat at the restaurant that you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Maybe another time,” I stated, knowing that it probably wouldn’t happen.
“Maybe.”
We stared at one another for a long moment, neither of us moving. There was a look in his eye I didn’t recognize, but it made me feel warm all over. Or maybe that was the whiskey in the tea.
When he leaned down and kissed me gently, I knew that the heat in my belly had nothing to do with whiskey and everything to do with Rhys.
