She sighed heavily. “I’m sleepy.”
“I think you should stay here tonight.”
She looked out the window. “I hear water.”
“I live on the canal. Now, do you want me to carry you to bed?”
“I think I can walk.”
He pulled up the arm of the chair and helped her off. There was no bolt this time, just pleasure in the touch. She was very shaky and leaned into him. Her hair smelled liked lilacs. And there were those curves again—whew! She had them in spades. When she didn’t move, he bent over and scooped her up again. She didn’t protest. He took her to his bedroom which faced the water. Gently, he sat on the bed, then switched on a small light in the corner. He went to his dresser and pulled out a T-shirt.
“You’re wearing a comfortable dress so you could sleep in that or this will cover you.”
“My dress smells. I’ll take the T-shirt.”
“Can you manage it alone?”
“I don’t think so.”
He eased the dress over her head. Dear God, her black underwear was enticing. “Bra on or off?”
“Off please.”
She raised her arm and he caught a quick peek at her perfect breasts. Not a bolt, again, but a sharp sense of desire roiled through him. He slipped the shirt over her head. Then he pulled back the covers and she slid under them.
“I’m going to sleep in another bedroom. Call out if you need me.”
“This bed is huge. Stay here with me. Having a migraine is lonely.”
“I’ve never heard that.”
“Yeah.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
He went to the other side of the bed and took off his clothes, leaving on his boxers and T-shirt. He slid slowly inside. She reached out her hand. He took it. Now, there was just peace.
“There, that’s better.” Her eyes closed.
Finn sighed heavily. He didn’t know what to make of this.
Chapter 3
Hmmm. The bed was so soft and the breeze coming in from the window so sweet. Elise didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid that she was dreaming.
The door creaked open then started to close.
“Don’t go. I’m awake.” She lifted her lids and saw Finn in the doorway. “Hi.”
“Hi, there.” He looked cute in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. That lock of hair fell onto his forehead. He was holding two cups. “How are you feeling?”
“Remarkably better.” She pushed herself up against the headboard. “You can come over here.”
He handed her a cup and leaned against the dresser. “The coffee’s black. But I can doctor it if you want.”
“Black is fine.” She sipped the brew and watched him. Up close, she could see how his gray shirt accented his eyes. She felt a stirring inside her. Finally, she said, “I’m not sure I remember everything from last night.”
