Page 95 of Ace of Spades
“Oh?” She sipped her iced coffee as she tried to ignore the hope that had been building in her chest ever since she’d opened the door. Therewas no reason for it. All he was going to do was try to convince her to take up where they’d left off.
“I’ll say this straight out, Taylor. I’m in love with you.”
Aaaandshe choked, dribbling coffee all over herself. “Crap.” She set the cup on the table, then brushed at her T-shirt, doing nothing but smearing the stain.Real cool, Taylor. The man tells you he loves you, and you spit coffee at him.
He blew out a breath. “Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”
She had no response to that. Had she even heard him right? She had thought that if he were ever to say those words to her—and sometimes late at night, she’d let herself dream of that happening—she’d always imagined the moment would be straight out of a romance novel.
The setting would be somewhere romantic, she’d be wearing a sexy dress, and they’d stare into each other’s eyes as he said the three little words she longed to hear. It had never occurred to her to imagine a scene from a romantic comedy if this day ever came. Well, he had brought her flowers, so that was pretty romantic.
“Seriously, can I go change my clothes?” His eyes blanked, so she hastened to add, “I refuse to tell you that I love you with wine and coffee stains on my shirt.”
A slow smile lifted his lips. “How about I help you change?”
“That’ll work.” Weirdest avowals of love in the world. It suddenly struck her funny, and she burst into laughter. Or maybe it was the way her heart was doing a jig in her chest that had sent her straight into silly.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her bedroom with her.
