Page 45 of Love In Hiding

Her head was back on the chair, the silence probably bothering her more than him.

For someone who grew up in a house full of nine kids, you’d think she’d welcome it.

But she didn’t. She never had.

She turned to look at Spencer’s profile.

He was really handsome.

His head moved, and their eyes locked. “Problem?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper in the wind.

“More than I care to admit.”

“Meaning?”

The last thing she was going to do was admit she was drawn to him.

“Meaning that some things are better left unsaid.”

He lifted his drink to his lips and brought it back to the arm of his chair, his skin lightly brushing hers. He hadn’t meant it, she was positive.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be. It’s fine.”

“Is it though?”

“We aren’t talking about the same thing, are we?” she asked.

“I think we are.”

Her eyes were moving over his face some more. Maybe it was the wine. Or her reckless behavior that often got her in trouble.

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

If she thought she’d get a rise out of him—a look ofsurprise, a shift in his chair, anything—she was wrong.

He just continued to gaze at her as she was doing to him. “Does it matter what I want?”

“It does if it’s the same thing as me.”

“So you are thinking about kissing me?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t.”

She blinked, he didn’t. Man, he was a tough one.

“It’s not right.”

“It’s not wrong either.”

“Our jobs,” he said.

“We don’t work for each other.”

“We have a shared boss,” he pointed out.

“It can be our secret,” she said. “Just to get it out of the way. You know, maybe once we know we’ll be good. It could be a lousy kiss.”