The elevator dinged open and Adam said, “Seventh floor. After you.”
Once you’ve done it, it can’t be undone. Bree’s steps slowed. Adam paused, matched her step. When they reached her room she turned to him, clasped his hands, and said, “Thank you for dinner, but especially for rescuing me from myself tonight.”
That gray gaze held her, made her tingle and burn. “You’re welcome.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her left cheek. “You’re a very special woman, Bree. Don’t let anybody ever make you feel you aren’t.”
He pulled away, smiled. Was that regret on his face? It sure looked like it. She squinted, tried to see if she could tell, but the wine got in the way.
“Bree?”
“Huh?” She could stare at that face for an hour and not get tired of it.
“Go inside now and close the door.”
And that voice, too…sweet as honey. “I’m going to…” In a minute…or two.
“Do it now, because if you don’t—” his expression changed like someone had pinched him “—I might forget I’m a gentleman and ask to come in.”
His words made her insides sizzle. “So, you want to come in?”
“Any man with a pulse would answer yes to that question.” He took a step back. “Now go.”
Fifteen more seconds…she needed something to remember… “And if I don’t want you to go?”
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