Brett smiled. “I thought you were going to say that I needed my beauty sleep more than you do.”
“Well…now that you mention it…”
Brett stood and tapped the end of her nose. “Careful. I have a fragile ego.”
Hannah laughed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. A lot of women like men who are a little rough around the—”
Brett’s mouth landed on hers.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t find any reason why this was a bad idea. Her arms circled his neck, pulling him close.
Brett deepened the kiss, sweeping his arms around her and lifting her onto her toes.
Hannah gave in to the need making her knees weak. Maybe it was because she was tired. Maybe it was because she wanted something she’d never had before. Or, maybe, in some strange way, Brett’s quiet acceptance of her broken life made her feel whole.
She froze, suddenly aware of where her thoughts were going. She stepped away and held the back of a chair. “I can’t…I don’t need—”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Brett reached for his jacket, shoving his arms into the sleeves.
Hannah took another shaky breath. “It wasn’t your fault,” she said half-desperately. “I mean, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened, that’s all.” As soon as her words left her mouth, she regretted them. The kiss hadn’t just happened. She’d been attracted to Brett from the first time they’d met. And the more time she spent with him, the harder it would be to say goodbye.
Brett ran his hand through his hair. “I should go. Goodnight.” He lifted the coffee pot off its stand, collected their mugs, and headed downstairs.
Hannah sank into a chair. Falling for Brett was the last thing she needed. But what she needed didn’t mean diddly-squat when her lips were pressed against his.
She closed her eyes and sighed. What had she done?
