She was sure her face was crimson because her heart was racing faster than ever before.
Was it fear? Embarrassment?
Or was she finally in love?
32
THE TRUTH
“Ican’t believe I did that.”
“Did what?” Tucker asked the next morning.
They’d both fallen into an exhausted slumber last night, him waking up before Erica, showering and then leaving the bathroom to see the bed was empty.
She’d been in the kitchen making breakfast when he came out.
He didn’t remember the last time someone cooked breakfast for him.
“You know,” she said, dipping her head down to sip her coffee.
“No,” he said. “I don’t.”
He pushed her messy hair behind her ears so he could see her face.
“In your bedroom you...” she said, her eyes wide and staring at him. Like he was a mind reader.
“We did a lot of things in the bedroom last night. Many of which I loved and hoped to do again.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Erica,” he said. “I can’t believe I’ve got to tell you how much I enjoyed that. Did you?”
“I did,” she said.
“Then that is all there is to it,” he said. “No reason to make a big deal about it.”
“I’m not,” she argued. “Am I?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m not the one blushing and saying they can’t believe they had hot sex against the door with a man they’ve had a crush on for months.”
Her mouth opened and closed, then did it again. “Hey.”
“What?” he asked, tapping her on the nose. “It’s the truth.”
“Fine,” she said. “It’s the truth.”
“Even the hot guy you’ve had a crush on part?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Of course that,” she said, puckering her lips for a kiss.
She was much more fun and relaxed than he’d ever seen her and he hoped it continued that way.
But two hours later they were walking into his grandfather’s house after Michael had reached out to say his grandfather was waiting for their visit.
The fake engagement ring was on Erica’s hand and maybe he liked seeing it there.
“Hi, Michael,” he said when the door was opened. “This is Erica James. You haven’t met, but you’ve heard a lot about her.”