Page 58 of Receiving His Mercy
“I’m guessing you don’t. That’s all right. The sofa looks sturdy. I can sleep on it.”
“Sleep on my sofa? You can’t sleep on my sofa, you won’t fit!”
“All right, then. You’ll have to come and stay at my place. Now, do you need anything else or will this bag of stuff do?”
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“Iwould have been fine, you know,” she grumbled as Travis drove them to his place.
Damn it, there he went changing gears again.
She licked her lips. Gorgeous.
“You okay there?” he asked.
Oh bollocks!
Had he noticed her staring? How was she going to explain that?
“Sorry, zoned out a bit.”
“Yeah? Maybe you do need a doctor.”
“I really don’t. I was just . . . daydreaming.”
“While staring at my hands?” he asked. “What were you daydreaming about?”
“Well, I was wondering how I found myself in this position. You can be as stubborn as a bull when you want something, can’t you?”
“I’m used to getting what I want.”
No kidding.
“And you can’t stay by yourself while you’re dizzy.”
Damn it. She’d stood up too quickly at her apartment and nearly collapsed. That had been all the ammunition Travis had needed to sweep her up and bring her back to his apartment.
“So, no, you wouldn’t have been all right,” he added.
She leaned back in the seat tiredly. “I’m only staying one night.”
“We’ll see.”
“Travis,” she warned. “One night. That’s it.”
Stubborn man likely thought he could talk her into more but that wasn’t happening. He turned into the entrance for an underground parking lot. After putting in a code, the door rose. Then they drove in and he parked by the elevator.
“This is the building you own?” she asked in shock. There had to be at least thirty car parks in here.
“Yep. Wait there.”
He climbed out and grabbed her suitcase. She’d had to put in some clean clothes. No way was she wearing the same things again. She just couldn’t do it. In fact, she kind of felt twitchy about leaving dirty clothes in the hamper without washing them.
You can wash them as soon as you get home tomorrow.
It’s not a big deal.
You’re not dirty.
