Page 47 of Unbreak My Heart

Eva glanced at him and was surprised to see the seriousness in his expression. “I don’t know who made you feel like this about your body, but I can guess.” He dropped his gaze to slowly look over her, then raised them to meet hers again. “But I willneverdo that. I like you the way you are. You make me hot—the way you are.” He gestured to his body, and her eyes widened at the evidence hardening in front of her. “I find you incredibly sexy. I love your curves. And the fact that you just let me do that with you? Hell. I can’t wait to show you all the things I want to do with you—toyou. I know it will take time for you to believe me, but hey, I’m not going anywhere. That is, if you want to try this. Us.”

The way he said those words almost melted her heart into a gooey mess. She fought the shock running through her veins. He actually meant it.

A sex-on-a-stick hot guy like him meant it.

A slow smile began to widen her mouth. She threw her arms around Simon’s neck, and he fell back onto the bed, laughing, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her.

“Yes. I want to try. I really,reallywant to try.”

What looked like relief washed over his face. “That’s good. Because I don’t just like you, Eva Adams. I really,reallylike you.”

Chapter Eleven

Simon sucked atthe warm butter dripping down his finger and looked up at the creak of the floorboards on the back deck. Eva sat on the dining table, her legs hanging over the edge, waiting while he made them breakfast.

A slight smile tried to surface. It was the same table he’d had her bent over not even ten minutes ago.

They’d spent the night together. One hell of an amazing, mind-blowing night.

One he wanted to repeat as soon as possible.

He put down the butter knife as a shadow passed the tinted window to his right.

Vance stepped into view on the deck, stopping on the other side of the closed security door, his hands deep in his suit pants pockets. Simon’s hackles rose as soon as he saw who it was.

He gritted his teeth and straightened. “Eva.”

Eva sat straighter, obviously steeling herself. She looked like the statue of a queen waiting for a peasant to petition her for lenience.

“I don’t think you should be here, Vance,” she said, her voice devoid of any inflection. “Why would you bother? And why are you in my backyard?”

Simon watched Vance’s body language carefully. If Vance was a kid, Simon was certain he’d be scuffing the toe of his shoe in the dirt right about now.

“I knocked on the front door, but you didn’t answer. Can we talk? There are some things I really need to say.”

Simon frowned. Didn’t the idiot know how to use a doorbell?

“I thought we’d done that with our lawyers present. According to them, there’s nothing lefttosay.”

“I was wro—”

Simon crunched down heavily on the toast he’d been buttering then chewed. It had the desired effect. Vance startled, turning to look at him.

“What’s he doing here?”

“What the hell do you think?” Eva slipped off the table and crossed her arms, not moving any closer to the locked door.

Simon’s blood pressure shot up. He didn’t dare look at Eva’s face; he’d be tempted to flatten the bastard if she so much as looked startled.

Vance cleared his throat.

Simon raised one brow and took another bite. He took his time chewing. “If you hoped to catch Eva alone, you made a mistake. As you can see, she’s not.” Simon’s anger ratcheted up with the thought.

A faint flush brightened Vance’s face, proving Simon right. His anger increased another notch.

Vance glanced at Eva. “Can we talk alone?”

Eva had yet to look at Simon. “No. You can talk in front of Simon. He’ll hear it anyway, once you’re gone.”