Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
A knock on my door stopped me, and my head snapped up, and then my gaze swung in that direction. There was only one person here other than me. What did Ransom want? He could have texted me. My heart fluttered in my chest as I walked over to the door. He probably just needed to tell me something, or maybe he couldn’t take me in the morning.
What if he was leaving … to go see some woman?
Okay, that killed the flutters.
Opening the door, I prepared myself for whatever it was he’d come to say. I wouldn’t show any reaction. I’d smile and say, All right, then possibly cry in my pillow.
Ransom’s eyes met mine, and then they dropped to my body, and it was then I remembered that I was in a short aqua-blue satin nightie.
Oops.
He cleared his throat.
I should grab a blanket or something. Cover up. Shouldn’t I?
“I, uh …” he started and stopped. His eyes were on my legs.
Maybe I wouldn’t cover up.
“I forgot,” he said, then paused some more as his eyes made their way back up my body.
When they met mine again, I shivered.
“Jesus, Shakespeare, a man needs a warning before you open a door, looking like that.”
Yep. Definitely not covering up.
“I forgot what I was wearing,” I told him. “Sorry. Uh, did you need something?”
“Yeah, I was thinking about you leaving tomorrow, and seeing as I didn’t know when we’d get a chance to see each other again, I thought …” He sighed and looked down the hallway. “I can’t concentrate on what I am saying with you in that thing.”
The flutters were all back now, and my nipples were hard. Which he’d see if he took a glance at them. This nightie didn’t hide much.
“I guess you don’t have that stained terry-cloth robe with you,” he said with a grin while still not looking at me.
“Nope. My cats, uh—bird likes to snuggle with it when I’m away.”
He chuckled. “Right. Well then, I guess I’ll have to endure it.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from breaking into a massive grin. “Ransom, what did you come to ask me?”
“Uh, well, at the time, it sounded like a good idea. Now, I am questioning it.”
“What did?” I urged, wanting to hear it now more than before.
He rubbed his jawline. “I thought I’d sleep in here.”
I held in my shocked gasp, but my eyes widened. That couldn’t be helped. He wanted to sleep in bed with me? I wanted to shout out YES, but that would likely send him running out the front door until I was gone.
“And do what? Talk?” I asked, wanting more specifics on what it was he was thinking.
He cut his eyes to me. “Yeah, I figured until we fell asleep. If you go first, I can always go back to my room. I’m just … I’m going to miss having you around. I’ve enjoyed you being here.”
Lord, help my heart. He was killing me. Why did it have to be this way with the one man I wanted?
I stepped back so he could come into the room. “Talking will probably keep the bad thoughts away and help me sleep better,” I told him. Which was true. I’d go to sleep thinking of him and not my past.
He hesitated, then finally stepped into the room.
“I’ll stay on top of the covers,” he said with a crooked grin.
“You do that,” I replied. But I would rather you get those clothes off and get under them. “The jeans you have on don’t look comfortable. Where are your pajama pants?”
His eyes started to drift down my body again, and he stopped, wincing and looking away. “Could you go get in bed? Cover up.”
He’d most likely seen my nipples poking through the fabric. That was a tad bit embarrassing. Turning, I went back to the bed and sat down, then slid my feet under the covers and laid my head on the pillow before meeting his gaze again.
“Better?” I asked.
He bit his bottom lip, then shook his head. “Not really.”
I waited, and finally, he walked over to the other side and sat down on top of the covers, like he’d said he would. The only thing he’d taken off were his boots.
“Not going to change into your PJs?” I asked.
“Shakespeare, do I come across as someone who sleeps in PJs?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned over and tucked my hands under the pillow as I stared up at him. “Whatever you sleep in. Sweats or shorts. You know what I mean.”
He lay down across from me. “I don’t.”
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t sleep in those. I don’t sleep in anything.”
Oh.
He smirked at my reaction. “I’m assuming you would rather I not get naked.”
Eh, he’d be wrong there.
“Yeah, better not do that.” I hadn’t even sounded believable.
He stretched out his long legs and crossed his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.