“Christ, I knew that mouth would unravel me,” he growled.
Ugh!
He was driving me crazy!
“Stop being sexy,” I warned.
He stopped gazing at my mouth to gaze into my eyes. “Is that what you really want?”
“I’m supposed to be having a drink with your sisters right about now.”
“They can wait.”
“And then dinner with them.”
“Maybe they’ll go on without us.”
“They can’t.” I took my hand from his hair (soft and lush, I’m so dead), smoothed it then smoothed the lapel on his very nice, blue suit. “I don’t want you to freak, but I think today was too much for Chassie.”
Slowly, his head turned toward the door.
I know it would cause emotional pain.
Damn.
He really was such a good guy.
He looked down at me. “She seemed fine when I arrived.”
“Really?”
“She’s down in the lounge, having a drink with Prue.”
“Oh,” I mumbled. “Maybe I’m being overly sensitive.”
“Why did you think that?”
“She got quiet on the ride back from the gardens. Then disappeared during Prue’s tour. Your house is fab, by the way.”
His lips twitched. “Thank you, by the way.”
“You’re welcome.” I used both hands to fiddle with his lapels, watching my fingers move as I muttered, “Maybe she was just being Chassie. Prue and I can talk a blue streak, and Tempie doesn’t keep her mouth shut if she has something to say. Maybe she was just being quiet.”
He gave me a squeeze, gaining my attention. “We’ll have a mind.”
I nodded.
Then I tipped my head to the side. “Who told you I decided to stay at The Downs?”
“Prue texted me earlier.”
Of course.
Prue.
He pulled back just a smidge and started, “Vivienne, if?—”
But I put my fingers to his lips. They even felt good.
