“About what?” Alex turned and faced him.
His gaze burned into hers as he took a few steps toward her. “How have you been?”
Her sudden bark of laughter took Coulter by surprise. “I’m great. Peachy. In fact, I couldn’t be better. Are we done now?”
“No.” He shook his head slowly. “Not even close.”
Alex dropped the package of buns back onto thegranite countertop with a frustrated, “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to tell me the truth.” His feet carried him closer. “I want to know how you’re really doing. No bullshit.”
“No bullshit? I don’t know how I’m doing.”
At least she’s finally being honest.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“With you?” she huffed. “No. I’m good.”
“Come on, Al. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Treat me like I’m the enemy.”
“I don’t—” Alex clamped her mouth shut.
“You don’t what?”
“Nothing.”
“Alex . . .” Coulter prodded her softly.
She looked away before bringing her gaze back up to his. “I don’t think of you as the enemy.”
“Well, that’s good to know.”
Her luscious lips started to curve at the corners, but almost as quickly, the guarded woman frowned. “Seeing you again after . . . what happened . . .” She paused before clearing her throat. “I guess it’s a little harder than I thought it would be.” A tiny shrug. “That’s all.”
That wasn’t all. It waseverything.
“That’s good to know, too.”
Alex frowned. “Uh . . . it is?”
Coulter nodded, slowly inching his way forward as he covered the space between them. And for a moment, he forgot where they were.
“It’s great, actually.” He reached out, gently tuckingsome hair behind her ear. “For a second, there, I thought I was the only one.”
“The only one who what?”
“Hasn’t stopped thinking of that night in L.A.”
Despite the immediate shaking of her head, Alex’s pupils grew dark with desire. “I don’t think about it or you.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
