Defending Hearts. Rebecca Crowley
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Название: Defending Hearts
Автор: Rebecca Crowley
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: An Atlanta Skyline Novel
isbn: 9781516102648
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She thought of her sister. Even more beautiful than their mother. Funnier, sexier, more charming, with even worse taste in men. Her niece’s father, his crooked front teeth—
“Hey.”
Oz’s soft voice jerked her into the present so fiercely she was disoriented. Slowly she put the pieces together. Hotel floor. Video game. His face, brows knitted, eyes questioning.
“Where did you go?”
“Nowhere. I’m here.”
He pulled away and she felt his loss keenly, achingly, until she had to dig her fingers into the carpet so she didn’t snatch him back.
“Are you okay? Was that okay? Because if I crossed a line—”
“No, not at all.” She forced a bright smile and tried to ignore the panic drumming in her chest. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“A mistake, clearly.” Flustered, guilty, embarrassed, she got to her feet.
“Kate? Hang on.” He trailed her to the door and put his hand on hers to stop her from turning the handle.
“I’m going. Don’t be annoyed. It’s not you. This was just a bad idea.”
She could see the why forming in his mind, working its way down to his mouth, and then disappearing. He turned the handle and pushed open the door for her.
“If for some reason the nutritionist asks, you ate the waffles,” he instructed flatly.
“Fine. Goodnight.”
She stepped into the hall, nearly colliding with a handholding couple in formalwear. The door shut behind her without a parting word from Oz. She sighed, waiting for the lovebirds to pass before she started toward the elevator.
She pressed the button too hard, jammed her fingers into too-tight fists, reproaching her foolish disappointment at Oz’s failure to chase after her.
What did she expect? She’d seen his house, his car, his job. He could have any woman he wanted.
She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge the hot tears welling behind her lids. I fucked up, but it’s over now. It’s done.
A ping announced the elevator’s arrival. She stepped aside as the doors slid open to reveal a hotel employee with a room-service cart.
He pushed it past her. The smell of chicken and waffles was unmistakable.
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