I burst into laughter. “How did you know?”
“Your brother made a point of warning me just before I left for the day.”
“Well, I had every intention of telling you before you left. Are you disappointed?”
“I’m not. I think your talents lie in other directions.”
I hoped he’d let me show him.
He glanced at his wristwatch and pushed his chair back from the table.
“You’re not leaving!”
“I think it might be a good idea if I did.”
“Why?”
“Shall I be truthful with you?”
“Please.”
“If I don’t leave now, I’m afraid I won’t leave until morning.”
I rose and went to stand before him, and rested my palms on his chest. His heart was beating in slow, heavy thuds, and I could feel the vibrations. He looked down into my eyes. Usually it irritated me when a man did that, but with Nigel…I ran a fingertip over his lower lip. “Please stay.”
“Portia, you understand we won’t simply sit on the couch and…and neck. If I stay, I won’t have any choice but to make love to you.”