“Getting up,” she said, because that was the safest answer.
“Yeah, right. Come on, what are you really thinking? You owe me that.”
She realized he had a point. She just wasn’t sure she could tell him. She just didn’t know if she could drop her baggage at the door and be the woman that could make a relationship work with Remy.
“If you could see your face,” he said.
“What would I see?” she asked.
“A woman who’s afraid.”
Exactly as she feared but she’d always known she didn’t have a poker face. She didn’t have it in her to be false with people once she started caring about them. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she did care for Remy.
“I keep circling around and coming back to the same spot about trusting you,” she said. “But right now I have to protect myself?—”
“No you don’t. We’re in this together, you and me. We don’t have to protect ourselves from each other.”
She pulled the sheet up with her as she sat next to him. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stared at him through narrowed eyes. “I can only assume you’ve never had a broken heart.”
He shrugged in that Gallic way of his and it wasn’t so charming to see his casual attitude when she was feeling everything way too intensely.
“I tend to keep things casual because that’s my way. My job is pretty demanding.”
“Yes, but you’re between gigs now. So what’s keeping things so low-key this time?” she asked.
“We’re away, in a different place,” he said. “It’s not the norm.”
She arched both eyebrows at him and he shook his finger at her. “Don’t get your back up. You know damned well you wouldn’t have looked twice at me if we weren’t trapped here together. This show is giving us a reprieve from our everyday lives. It’s your chance to trust in a man and mine to slow down.”
“What happens when this reprieve is over?” she asked, fearing she already knew his answer. Remy was the kind of guy who could move on. She had to remember his words. They weren’t in the real world right now. She couldn’t fall in love with a man who was enjoying a vacation from his life.
“I don’t know,ma chère. I don’t have all the answers. I didn’t expect to meet you or to feel the way I do about it, but there it is whether I want it or not. If I could walk away from you then the last two weeks would have been a stroll in the park.”
She didn’t say anything.
“For both of us. Denying it won’t change the truth. There is something between us that we can’t deny. You know it’s true or you wouldn’t have been so tense the last two weeks.”
He had a point but she hated it. She didn’t want him to be right or for this situation to be out of her control. Yet it had been since she’d tripped over the threshold of the elevator and fell into his arms.
He’d caught her and she had to wonder if that’s why she thought she could trust him. If that’s why she really wanted to make this work.
She hated the weakness inside her that made it impossible for her not to hope that...well, that this would last. “Let’s stop talking about it.”
“Why? You’ll keep worrying over it, won’t you?”
“Yes. But talking isn’t making it any better,” she said.
“It is,ma chère. It’s letting you know that you’re not alone. I’m unsure, too,” he said.
“Renting a yacht and seducing me on the sun deck doesn’t seem unsure to me.”
He tugged her off balance and back into his arms. “I wanted to show you I was more than just a one-night kind of guy.”
She had to laugh because there was no way that she’d ever have thought that about Remy. Even their first intense lovemaking hadn’t felt casual. Nothing did with him and she knew if she didn’t want to go crazy she would have to start forgetting the fear that he wasn’t a man of his word.
After all everything he’d done since they’d met had proven to her that he wasn’t lying about his feelings.
“What else do you have planned for today?”
