Chapter 31

Kerry blew out a long, slow breath and dropped her head in her hands. She'd stepped into some episode of The Twilight Zone. There was just no other explanation for the craziness around her. Enter Rod Serling.

Something I've wanted to do for a long time.

She pressed her fingers to her lips. What did that mean? They were friends, she and Paul. There was no attraction between them. Never had been before. He couldn't possibly mean he'd wanted to kiss her for a long time.

Because that would mean...

"Crap, crap, crap," she muttered in the silence of the hotel room.

Her pulse hummed, the blood rushing through her head. She could still taste him, smell that light trace of aged paper that was his signature. Something about his scent always reminded her of a library-old books and a lemony dusting spray.

No attraction. Now she was lying to herself. He'd kissed the ever-living daylights right out of her. And she'd liked it. Wanted more.

Of Paul.