A knock at the door snapped him into high alert.
“Konrad?”
Roz’s voice seemed excited…expectant.
He froze, not daring to move a muscle. A few seconds ticked by.
Maybe she’d gotten all dolled up just for him. How could he leave her standing out there?
She knocked again. “Konrad? Are you home?”
Crap.He couldn’t ignore her.
“Hang on a minute,” he called out. Jumping out of bed, he messed up his already tousled hair as if he’d been asleep. Then he tossed on his velour robe and plodded to the door. As he opened it, he stretched and yawned.
“Oh, I must have woken you up. I’m sorry. I thought you were expecting me.”
“I was…I mean, I am. I must have dozed off. Come in.”
She walked past him, and Konrad did a double take.
“You look different.”
“Yeah, while Morgaine was getting her makeover, I had my hair highlighted.” She turned side to side so he could admire the results.
He almost growled his approval, and his robe began tenting. “It looks good. What’s Morgaine look like now?”
“She’s a blonde.”
Konrad took a step back. “You’re kidding! How the heck did they take her from black to blonde?”
“It was quite an ordeal. They had to strip out all the color, put in one overall color, then add highlights and lowlights. That’s what took so long. The instructors were thrilled to get such a challenge, and the students did a really great job.”
Konrad laughed. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”
“They left it long and just trimmed the ends. After all the chemicals, I was afraid her hair might fall out. I found out how to send yours to Locks of Love. It has to be at least ten inches long.”
“Mmm. I have ten inches for you.”
She laughed. “Are we still talking about hair?”
He reached out and touched her hair. “I’m glad you left yours long.”
“You call this long?”
“Longish.” He slid his hand behind her neck and leaned down to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.Good.Maybe she’d decided to love him regardless of his secret. Could he have been given a reprieve by some giant miracle?
Without waiting to find out, he tossed her over his shoulder and hastened to the bedroom as she laughed. He remembered her ankle, so he gently placed her on his unmade bed and asked, “Are you sure your ankle is healed enough for some bedroom aerobics?”
She shot him an impish grin. “We can always try it and see what happens.”
That time he did growl, but it was low and came from the back of his throat. He crawled over her like the predator he was. Her grin suggested she wasn’t afraid of him one whit. Thank God. He wanted her to trust him as much or more than he wanted to have sex with her. Almost.
Bending down, he kissed her deep and slow. He held himself up with one hand and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. Roz’s cooperation had calmed the urgency he experienced in the beginning of their sexual relationship. Knowing he would be rewarded in the end made going slower tolerable.
She threaded her fingers through his hair. Now that she could do that without getting caught in a snarl along the way, he was glad he cut it. The scalp massage felt incredibly pleasant.
