Where Winter Finds You (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18)- J.R Ward Page 0,68
a shower, and he had to sit up so he didn’t get sick. Carefully disentangling himself from her, he pushed his torso higher on the pillows and was glad when she rearranged herself in his lap.
The fact that she slept on reassured him.
So many things between them were complicated, but the way she sought him in her rest was simple.
Looking over at the hearth, there was nothing glowing there now, no hint of warmth or illumination left—
Light pierced through the illusion shutters, emanating from the house next door.
“What the—”
As he spoke up, his female stirred and lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”
Just as he was about to throw himself on her to protect her from the sunlight, the sound of a garage door lifting and of a car not backing out to leave but driving in to stay, made him totally confused.
“Oh, shi—shoot,” she said as she sat all the way up. “We slept through.”
“What?” Except then he glanced at the digital clock on the bed stand. “Oh… it’s six o’clock. At night.”
Or a little before, as was the case.
With this being upstate New York, and daylight savings time having ended back in November, things got dark enough for vampire purposes by six. By even earlier. Hell, a lot of the time in December, you could be outdoors as early as five p.m.
Throwing the covers off, she jumped out of bed. “I’m going to be late again—I’m going to lose this frickin’ job—”
“It’s Monday. The restaurant’s closed.”
As she swung around to him, he did his best not to notice the way her perfect breasts settled from the movement. Or how her hair covered her shoulders and a lot of her back. Or the length of her lovely legs.
He stuck to her eyes. Meeting them, he refused to get aroused.
Okay, fine. His mind refused to go there. His erection on the other hand? Oops.
Glancing down, he made sure he was covered.
“Monday?” she said.
“Yes, Monday. I swear.” Hey, she’d gotten it right on the time of night, and he was nailing the whole day-of-the-week thing. Even steven. “The snowstorm was Saturday and that’s our busiest night at the club. Last night, Sunday, I didn’t have to worry about a big crowd, which was why I had time to fight with my brother.”
“Fight with him?”
Trez shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
Her face registered the hint of a frown. But then she looked down at herself in surprise. “Oh. Hello. Sorry, I’m in my birthday suit.”
In spite of all the things unsaid between them, he had to crack a smile. “Are you seriously apologizing to me for being naked?”
“Well, it’s a little much.” She covered her breasts with her arm and her sex with her hand. “I mean—”
“It’s just perfect, actually.” Trez fiddled with the edge of the duvet. “Listen, I need to apologize about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to get all dramatic.”
She approached the bed. Got back in. Tucked the duvet under her arms as she propped herself up next to him. When she looked over, her face was calm and open, and he was glad. He didn’t want some boatload of sympathy or oh-you-poor-baby stuff. But he also didn’t want to be judged for the kind of thing he’d had absolutely no control over.
“I’m not going to ask you what happened,” she said. “Just know, when, and if, you are ever ready to talk about it, I’m here for you.”
“Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a while. Then, when he couldn’t stand the quiet, he said, “So what are your plans tonight?”
“Nothing much. I think I’ll just go back home—”
“You could stay here. We could move your things in and—”
“God, I wish I could take you up on that.”
“You could.”
She nodded to the bathroom. “You need to try that shower. The water pressure is insane.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Was there one?” She glanced over again and exhaled. “Sorry. I’m being evasive, aren’t I. And you’re very sweet. I’ll come see you here, though.”
He had a compulsion to take her hand. So he did. “Please. Move in here and I—”
When she squeezed his palm, he stopped talking.
“Do you remember what I—do you remember everything I told you last night?” she said.
“Every word. You want me to replay it?”
“No, but thank you for listening.” She took a deep breath. “So here’s the thing. Do you know what the second worst thing in my life was, after finding out that I’d been lied to? The second worst moment… was when I decided to