Still holding her one hand, he reached for the other one. “Look at me.”
Her eyes moved up to look into his hazel eyes. His serious expression related what she knew he was going to say. No help with the garage and no tangling their legs together as they slid across the sheets.
“Do you think I’d walk out on you because a psycho stalker targeted you?”
Yes, would be the correct answer, but she hesitated. Was this a trick question? “It would be the smart thing to do.”
His hands tightened around hers. “No, it would be the cowardly thing to do. Women who don’t run screaming from me when they discover what I do are rare. Besides, there’s a connection between the two of us. Maybe you could use a smart lawyer on your side. Your ex may know how to break and enter, but I can nail him for it.”
The prospect of retribution tempted. Her eyes fluttered close as she inhaled. The low hum of the fridge along with the occasional slumber growl from Sebastian filled the waiting pause. She wanted to believe so bad. Her eyes opened to his waiting gaze. An answer, he expected one. The selfish part of her wanted him to stay, not even walk out the door tonight. Still. “You could get hurt. I don’t want you to be a target.”
He lowered his forehead to the top of her head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy. Even know a few moves that could put a hurting on a stalker.” His toned physique did make her wonder what he did in his leisure time. Even in previous relationships, she was alone when it came to dealing with personal issues. Could she trust him? Often people told you what you wanted to hear, made promises they had no intentions in keeping.
Will’s forehead stayed on hers as he spoke. His words danced across her face before being absorbed into her skin. “I can feel the wheels whirling in your head. Try trusting someone for a change. Let me help. You’ll be doing me a favor.”
Michelle pointed out earlier today that she needed to let people help her. At the time, she thought her co-worker was referring to herself. Her failure to trust anyone was wearing her out. “Okay,” she said the word softly but knew he heard when he pulled her closer for a sweet kiss. Unlike the heat and urgency of the night before, this kiss sealed an unspoken agreement. There was a promise in it. The message passed through her warming and healing her frayed nerves. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but an epiphany that everything would work out crystallized. The kiss ended much too soon.
Her right hand stroked his cheek. The beard shadow provided friction, slowing her fingers as she moved them across his temple into his hair. “What should I do first?”
He reached for her wandering hand and kissed her palm before closing it. “We have to make plans for the worst case scenario.”
Oh yay. Not what she wanted to think about, but his idea had merit. “Yeah,” she sighed heavily, “You’re right.”