Twenty-one
Greg had no idea what he had done but Jemma was clearly annoyed with him. Was this because he hadn’t called her until late afternoon? Or was it because he hadn’t asked her to join him tonight? But she had said she was in Betancourt Bay to avoid all the attention her fame had brought, so surely being seen wandering around the town with him would bring her more attention?
He would never understand women for as long as he lived.
He’d already seen two articles about her online, debating whether the only men in Jemma Granger’s life were the Regency beaus in her books.
Not that he was stalking her online, of course. He was merely passing a few minutes, and searching ‘Jemma Granger’ was as good a way as any to occupy a spare moment or two.
Okay, the minutes had crept into an hour, and now he was behind schedule.
And even more determined to keep his heart a safe distance away from Jemma.
Perhaps the reason she was upset today was because she was feeling as he was. That they had rushed headlong into something that could easily get out of hand and now, like him, she was hoping to put the brakes on and get to know him a little better before jumping into bed with him and declaring her undying love.
He shouldn’t have thought about Jemma jumping into bed with him. Now he would be thinking about that all evening. And all night. He’d spent all of Tuesday night wondering why he hadn’t kissed her and what it would have felt like if he had.
And as for declaring her undying love, well, it was obvious why his favourite genre was fantasy fiction. Jemma Granger declaring undying love, or even plain simple love, for Greg Bishop was pure fantasy.
But there was no getting away from the fact that she had sounded upset on the phone.
He would have to knock on her door this evening, whether he wanted to or not.
The thought of her being upset, and sitting in Oak View Cottage on her own, was more than he could bear.
