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Me? I had a big bunch of nothing.
Sighing, I said, “We were just too different.”
I’d never wanted to acknowledge it, but deep down I’d known I shouldn’t have tried to merge my deeply flawed life with Collin’s.
Barry gave me a sad look. “I’m not so sure he will be.”
“He will,” I said determinedly, though my fingers spasmed within his. “Better than okay.” I stared deeply into his warm brown eyes, wanting him to believe me. “I’ll be happy for Collin. I’ll make certain he never doubts that.”
“I imagine you will. That’s the kind of woman you are. Wanting the best for everyone you care about. Loving, loyal, beautiful, and brilliant. He sees that.” Barry’s gaze drifted over my face. “He knows what a treasure you and that heart of yours are. And he isn’t the only one.”
“Martin isn’t interested in my heart.” I threw that out there because Barry couldn’t possibly be referring to himself.
“I wasn’t speaking of Martin,” he said firmly.
I tilted my head. “Who then?” I whispered.
“Let’s get you ready for bed.”
Barry’s voice deepened and his eyes darkened as though the thought of bed made him think of doing intimate things in it with me. He wet his lips, and my gaze dropped to that sculpted mouth of his. Thoughts tumbled through my head that shouldn’t be there.
“It’s late, Addy.”
“Yes, of course.”
Now wasn’t the time for fantasies. I ripped my gaze away from temptation, needing to rest, regroup, plan.
Not think about my handsome best friend, kissing, and us in a bed together.
“You’re wearing that to bed?” Barry asked.
When I returned from changing into my pajamas in the dressing room down the hall, he had the two sleeping bags Rachel had borrowed from Andy spread out on the floor.
“It’s all I have. I barely had time to grab anything last night.”
“I understand, but fuck.” Barry raked his gaze over me again. “I mean ... shit, Addy.”
“What’s wrong with it?” I glanced down at my emerald-green baby-doll pajamas with the delicate lace cups and the flirty satin statement bow at the empire waist, wanting to make sure all the important parts of me were covered, which they were.
“Honestly?” he asked, making eye contact with me when I lifted my gaze.
“Yeah, of course,” I said. “I always want you to be honest with me.”
“There’s a lot of your enticing curves showing.”
I pursed my lips. “It’s lined, so no more than when I wear shorts and a camisole in the summer.”
“If it were clothing, you’d have a bra on.” He waved his hand in front of his face as if he needed to erase a naughty image. “I can see your nipples.”
“Oh.”
“Ohis right. And shorts don’t have the access that thing does. A guy can’t help but imagine getting his hands on your creamy thighs, gliding them higher, flipping up that flirty hem.”
My lips parted as I envisioned what he described.
“Tell me you’re at least wearing panties underneath that bottom part.” He brought his hand down and looked at me, seeming to hold his breath.
“A thong.”
