Page 60 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire
Her eyes flew to the window and widened with surprise. Then… she laughed. Not the brittle, defensive kind she’d given him before. Genuine laughter. The sound hit him square in the chest.
She scooted up, shaking her head at him like he’d just walked into a room wearing the wrong tuxedo. He could almost hear her:Unbelievable. This man again.
Theo fought to keep his own grin in check, but his lips betrayed him.
If she thought she could keep running, she was welcome to try. He had time. And patience. And a determination that had carried him through negotiations with billionaires twice as stubborn as she was—well, almost as stubborn.
The only difference was—he’d never wanted to win a deal as much as he wanted to win her.
Her giggles were still bubbling when she pushed the blanket aside and slid off the bed, shuffling to the side door.
She cracked it open just enough to peek out.
“You know, there’s a word for men who keep showing up everywhere.”
“Persistent?”
“Stalker.”
“Mm.” He tilted his head, the lamplight catching the faint curve of his smile. “That only fits if the subject of my attention isn’t secretly pleased to see me.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “You have an over-inflated sense of your own charm.”
“And you,” he countered, “are terrible at hiding your smile when you’re trying to be annoyed.”
“Maybe I’m laughing at the irony—a billionaire in a bespoke suit lurking outside a flower-painted van. Not exactly your natural habitat,” she shot back.
His gaze slid over the van with mock consideration. “I could learn to adapt.”
“Not in those shoes you couldn’t.” She pushed the door open wider and leaned against the frame. “What are you doing here, Theo?”
“Catching up to you.” Like it was the simplest, most inevitable thing in the world. “You ran off without hearing me out.”
She crossed her arms, chilled, before she turned and pulled the blanket around her shoulders.
“You had your chance. You used it to talk about ‘terminating my living and working arrangements’.”
“That’s not what I—” He cut himself off, exhaled slowly, and tried again. “I should have explained everything that night. I didn’t. That’s on me. But I’m here now.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And you think showing up in the middle of the night at a rest stop is going to… what? Win me over?”
“I’m hoping you’ll get so sick of me turning up, that you’ll finally just accept that I’m not going togive up. You mean too much to me.”
“What do you mean ‘I mean too much to you’?”
He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough to make her pulse trip. “And I mean this?—”
He closed the distance between them. Her eyes flashed when he slid his hands reverently along her jaw. He hesitated a heartbeat, giving her time to pull away.
She didn’t.
Neither of them moved. The air between them was cool and crisp and smelled faintly of pine from the trees above.
“You drive me crazy,” she mumbled.
The smile forming on his lips disappeared when she leaned into him. He swore every kiss with her was a fireworks factory going off.
He groaned and pulled her closer. The blanket slid off her shoulders and tumbled around her knees. A shiver of need pulsed through him. When she started to pull away, a low protest slipped from him.
