“That came out completely wrong.”
His face was bright red and she laughed even harder.
“I know what you were trying to say,” she said. “It’s fine. Why don’t you go light the fire and I’ll get more wine and my jacket?”
She was going to need it at this point.
As much fun as she was having spending time with Coy, it was killing her to know he was only looking at her as a friend.
“Can you grab my jacket and another beer for me too?”
“Sure,” she said and went upstairs to get everything, then out the deck doors and to the beach.
It was crazy how comfortable Angel felt in Coy’s home already. She had to tell herself that she couldn’t let it grow anymore.
But two hours later when her wine was gone and she knew it was time to go home, she stood up and her sneaker caught on the chair and came off.
She stumbled to try to fix it and not tip the chair over and Coy reached out to steady her.
He was bent down close to her face, staring into her eyes.
Something in her just clicked and she moved forward and put her mouth on his.
He didn’t push back. He even deepened the kiss.
But when her mouth opened and she slid her tongue between his lips, he jumped back.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean that.”
She wanted to growl and shout shedid.
But there was part of her that didn’t want to feel any more hurt or embarrassed than she was.
“No,” she said. “I’m sorry. Guess it was the wine.”
“Are you okay to drive home?” he asked, frowning at her.
“Yes,” she said. “I am.”
She had to get the hell out of there before bursting into tears.
14
SELF-PUNISHMENT
What the hell had happened last night?
Coy threw the cup into the sink more forcefully than he planned on the next day.
He couldn’t put his finger on anything even if he tried.
Last night felt like a date to him.
He supposed it felt that way to Angel too.
But the minute he deepened the kiss that she’d started, he’d felt her tense and knew he had made a mistake.
He apologized and she did the same. It was a mistake and now he had to figure out where to go from here.