“You’re right.”
He stared into my eyes.
“I’m…I…I’m…”
“Just take a breath,” he urged.
I did that.
Then I said it.
“I’m sorry.”I shoved my head through his hands so I couldplant my face in his chest and I grabbed onto his sweater at the sides of hiswaist.“God, I’m so sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around me, murmuring into the top of myhair, “It’s okay.”
I let his sweater go so I could wrap my arms around him too.
Marcus held me and I held him back.
Eventually, still in my hair, he said softly, “Thinking thisis one of those moments you were talking about.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, embarrassed, so I shoved my face deeperinto his chest.“God, I’m so,sosorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
I tipped my head back.“That was…it was stupid.It wasn’teven logical.”
“You get a pass on being illogical.At least for anothermonth or six or, seeing as you’re female, another seventy years.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He grinned down at me.
His grin faded, his look grew probing, and he whispered,“Good?”
I stopped giving him the stink eye and nodded.“Yeah,honey.”
“Go to Aspen with me.”
“And the hot guy takes advantage,” I muttered.
His grin came back.“I didn’t get where I am pissing awayopportunities either, Daisy.”
I rolled my eyes.
He gave me a light shake.
I rolled them back.
“Aspen,” he pushed.
“I need to take care of Smithie.”
He studied me.
Then he sighed.
It took a lot but I didn’t smile my triumph, just felt itwarm me deep down inside.
