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“Wow, some morning?” She tilted her head to the side. Normally he was so put together and tidy. Was that a stain on his shirt?
Harper stopped, leaned forward, and rest his forehead on her shoulder. “You have no idea. Mm. You smell good.”
That was by design. She’d decided to break out her expensive perfume for him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer until they were pressed together from knee to shoulder.
His lips caressed her ear as he spoke. “I needed to see you. How’d you know?”
Her heart did a little flip in her chest. “Just a hunch.”
Harper kissed her cheek then reached for the door, but he never let go of her. “Come inside. Hungry?”
“I could eat.”
She let him pull her inside the apartment. The moment the door closed he pressed her back against the wall and leaned against her. His knee slid between hers while his nose bumped her cheek. Her body reacted to his nearness. Her insides warmed, heat crawled up her neck and her panties were undoubtedly wet.
He was going to kiss her and back off if she didn’t do something. If she didn’t push him for what she wanted, he might keep them in this odd state of limbo.
“I might be a different kind of hungry,” she muttered.
Shit.
She actually said it.
Holy crap.
What was he going to do now?
Harper pressed his hips against her. One side of his mouth hitched up, and he lifted a hand to push her hair out of her face. He lowered his face so that he was all she could see. Then his gaze drifted down to her lips, and she stopped breathing.
“The chef might be able to do something about that…”
Yes, please…
He stepped away, robbing her of his warmth. “But first, let’s eat.”
Robin could have wept in frustration, not to mention embarrassment. She’d all but said, please fuck me here and now, and he was more interested in feeding his stomach. Great. Wonderful. Now she knew where she rated in the grand scheme of things.
Her phone chimed, giving her an excellent reason to do something besides stare at the man toying with her damn heart right now.
She tapped the screen and read the message.
Then she re-read it.
What the hell was this? Was she the one on the outs? Why was everyone else included but not her?
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
“Robin? Babe? You okay?” Harper asked.
“Hm?” She glanced up and blinked a few times.
He’d shed his sport coat and was in the kitchen now, a spread of cold cuts and other sandwich fixings in front of him.
“Just a text,” she said.
