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She shivered again. “Thanks.

“Tell me yes.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me.”

She stiffened. He searched his mind for a gentler way to present his case. Why couldn’t he be smoother with women like Cason? Thoughts of his younger brother entered his mind and along with them anger. He’d strangle Cason if he seduced her. Romy figured she would give in, but he didn’t want Cason to even try.

“How about tonight?” she said, and he heard her hesitation. This time he realized her tremors weren’t just from desire.

Romy grasped her chin and made her look at him. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Psshh, boy, please. No.”

He heard the lie and was confused by it. “I don’t understand. Why are you afraid? It’s obvious you’re experienced.”

“I beg your pardon. I don’t appreciate you making it sound like I’m some kind of ho.”

He flushed. “I apologize. That wasn’t my intention.”

She chuckled. “I know. I’m beginning to see some things in you.”

His embarrassment increased “Like?”

“Never mind.” Her smile grew. “Tonight good? I’ll come to your room after I put Arron down for bed.”

He nodded. “You’ll see that I treat my lovers very well. If you ever want anything, just ask.”

She pushed his hand away and climbed back into her own seat. “I said tonight. That’s all I’m sure about.”

Romy had no choice to but accept what she said. He had never met a woman like her before. He needed to be careful. Before long, Sonya might have him making foolish declarations that he would regret later. He would enjoy tonight and see what tomorrow brought after that.

Chapter 8

Sonya closed her bedroom door and swallowed, trying to dampen her dry throat. Her heart worked overtime, and her palms were clammy. She tried every mental exercise on the internet to calm down but failed.

At the end of the hall, the lights were off, and a shadow shifted positions. She adjusted to the dim lighting and recognized Romy.

He approached her and stopped inches away. She breathed in slowly to keep from rasping. “You’re a

ctually out here waiting for me?”

“I want to talk to you.”

She looked away. “What about? Did you change your mind?”

His fingers slipped between hers as if they had been holding hands for years. She followed him as he led her back down the hall to his room. When he opened the door, she wasn’t surprised by the size of the room or the décor. Romy was one of the charmed sons. Of course his room dwarfed hers, and his masculine style shined through in the furnishings.

She crossed the threshold, and Romy crowded her until she bumped the door closed with her butt. The lock clicked into place, and she panted.

“I was right,” he said, frowning down at her. “You’re afraid of me. I don’t understand. You’re small, but you seem very assertive.”

She raised her chin. “I am most of the time.”

“But?”

She couldn’t make herself admit her thoughts.

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