he was very wealthy. He probably had women throwing themselves at him every day of the week.
She wasn’t a gold digger. In fact, his wealth intimidated the hell out of her. She needed time away from him to think about what was best for her and for him.
If she continued to see him, would she be the right person for him? BODS had been broken when the system matched them. What if the right woman was out there, and Ariana stood in the way of Dillon meeting her?
To be fair, what if the right man for her was out there, waiting to be matched to her by Leslie’s system?
Ariana leaned her head back against the panel and groaned. She didn’t have the energy or heart capacity to fall in and out of love. Losing her husband had taken a huge toll on her. She couldn’t lose again. She might be better off ending whatever it was she had between her and Dillon before it got any deeper.
Pushing to her feet, she trudged through her bedroom to the bathroom where she stripped out of her clothes and ducked into the shower, hoping the water would wash away her worries. After several minutes beneath the spray, she had to give up. The shower only reminded her of spending time bathing with Dillon, making love in the hot tub.
After drying off, she slipped into a T-shirt and panties, turned the air conditioner down to a cool sixty-eight and climbed between the sheets. Her cellphone lay charging on the nightstand beside her.
She looked over at it, tempted to text Dillon. He wasn’t coming to her yoga class in the morning and, if he did, he already knew how to get there. She hadn’t forgotten anything at his condo, and they hadn’t made plans to meet again the next day or the day after. Hell, they hadn’t agreed to anything for the entire week.
Was this Dillon’s way of letting her down easy? Drop her off and fade away?
She lay down on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. This was hard. She’d never dated someone like Dillon. She’d never dated anyone but Sam. She rolled onto her side and punched her pillow.
Go to sleep. Forget about him. You’ll never hear from him again.
Her cellphone chirped and vibrated on her nightstand.
Ariana flipped over, grabbed the device and stared at the screen.
Dillon Jacobs.
Sweet Jesus, it was him. And he wasn’t texting, he was calling.
She hit the talk button and answered. “Did you get lost?” Ariana forced a laugh, her voice sounding breathless, not at all normal.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Oh, hell no. Anytime you catch me is the right time. “I just got out of the shower and was crawling into bed. You make it back to your place?”
“If I said I was still parked in your driveway, would you let me in?”
Ariana sat up straight in bed. “Are you?”
He chuckled, making that low, deep, sexy sound that made her knees go weak. “Sadly, no. I made it back to my condo and realized I left something at your house.”
Ariana frown. “You did? You didn’t even come in.”
“No, I didn’t. But you did. I left you at your house. This condo feels so much bigger and empty without you in it, making pizza and apple pie.”
She laid back on her pillow, a smile curling her lips. “It is a big place.”
“Too big for just me.”
“You did an amazing job on the renovations,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said. “Is that all you called about?”
“Yeah,” he said, “No. When will I see you again?”
Relief rushed through her. Forcing humor into her tone, she said, “You’re the one with a project to catch up on.”
He sighed. “I have a feeling I’ll be working late every night this week, which means I won’t see you. Will you be awake after ten?”
“I usually don’t go to sleep until after eleven.”
“Can I call you then?”
She smiled, cradling the phone in her hand, wishing it was Dillon’s cheek. “Yes. I’d like that.”
“Then it’s a phone date,” he said. “Tomorrow at ten.”
“Tomorrow at ten,” she confirmed. “Goodnight, Dillon.”
“Ariana?” Dillon called out.
“Yes?”
“One other question.” He paused. “And I don’t want you to think less of me for asking.”
“I won’t,” she said. “Go ahead and ask.”
“What do you sleep in?”
Her core heated, and her temperature rose. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m lying here naked, wishing you were lying beside me. It helps to know what you’re wearing.”
A shiver of