A movement at the door caught her eye, and there he was.Leaning against the door, wearing only a pair of jeans, the man who’d stolen her heart.His hair was mussed, his eyes still sleepy.
Her hormones sprang to attention.Her heart did its usual crazy dancing, and before she knew what she was doing, she’d thrown off the sheet.
With two strides, David was with her, but this time, she pulled him down, shoved him over on the bed, and straddled him before he quite knew what was happening.
Grinning, he looked up at her, gliding his hands up and down her legs.“I wanted to ask you if you were okay, but I can see I don’t have to be worried.”
“No, you don’t.But you should be worried.”She spread her hands out over his chest.
“Yeah?”He smiled.
“Yeah.”She bent her head down.“Very worried.”
*
He was inthe kitchen, when he felt her.He looked up.She was blushing as she walked closer to him.He’d phoned Caitlin last night to let her know Dana would be spending the night, and then early this morning Caitlin had sent a message to say Don had left a bag for Dana on David’s porch.
And a bloody good thing.Otherwise she would have worn the blue dress again, and he would have known she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, because he’d ripped her panties to shreds.
Swearing under his breath, he turned his back on her, switching on the coffee pot.He was in love, and he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, phone everyone he knew and tell them.But Dana was going through an emotional time; the last thing she needed now was some idiot declaring his love for her.
He would have to play it cool, give her time to get used to him, and wait until this whole mess surrounding her father’s death was resolved before he could tell her how he felt.
“Coffee?”he asked coolly.
It was quiet behind him.He glanced at her over his shoulder.She’d cocked her head and was looking at him, frowning.
“What?”
“What’s gotten into you?”she asked.
“Nothing, why?”he asked and turned back to the coffee machine.
Silence again.This time, when he turned around, she’d taken out her phone and was punching in numbers.
“What are you doing?”he asked and hurried over to her, She wouldn’t look up at him and turned her back on him when he was close.
“I’m phoning Caitlin to come and pick me up,” she said in a clipped voice and lifted the phone to her ear.
He grabbed it and ended the call.
“What are you doing?”she cried out, her eyes suspiciously bright.
Were those tears?
“You don’t have to phone Caitlin.I’ll take you home.”Why the hell was she upset?
She made a grab for her phone but he held it above his head.
“David!”she called out.“My phone, I…” A tear escaped and rolled over her cheek.
Angrily, she wiped it away and whipped around.“Fine.Then I’ll walk.”She sniffed and marched toward the front door.
David stared at her for a few seconds before his brain registered what she was doing.
With two strides, he reached the door before her and moved in front of it.
“David—” she began, and another tear slipped onto her face.
