At least he didn’t remind her they’d been doing more than talking a few minutes ago. She took two small steps forward. Then two more. She would crawl before admitting she needed his help. Sara put her hands in front of her, feeling the way for obstacles intruding on her path. Step by half step, she moved in the general direction of the door.
“Need some help?”
“No.” A half second later, her big toe crashed into a hard object and she yelped.
“What the hell.” He grabbed her by the arm and propelled her forward, leaving her no choice but to put one foot in front of the other. When they reached the door, he pulled it open and waited for her to pass.
“I could have found my own way,” she said as he led her down the dark hallway to her room.
“Right.”
His tone told her he knew she was lying. She should have given it up, but something in his superior attitude would not let her. “I was disoriented. This is the first time I’ve been in your room…and it was dark.”
They’d reached her door. Matt leaned over and opened it for her. His bare shoulder brushed hers and she jumped back. “Good night, Sara,” he whispered. “Don’t come to my bedroom again unless you’re planning to stay. I don’t like a tease.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. By the time her brain formulated a half-intelligent response, he was gone.
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