Page 91 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

“You mean if I’m worth it,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can trust this. These feelings.”

I couldn’t help it. I actually felt bad for him. He seemed to be really struggling. “You’re an idiot,” I said again, this time with affection.

He smirked. “I know.”

“Come on, let’s get your hand cleaned up. Did you break it?”

“No.”

I walked into the bathroom and found a washcloth. I soaked it with warm water, wrung it out, and then returned to the kitchen. I gently cleaned the bloody knuckles without saying a word. He said nothing.

I grabbed the frozen peas and put it on his hand. “Go sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“I’m fine.”

“Go sit down.”

After making him lunch, we sat on the back porch for a while. We didn’t talk much at all. It was as if his little revelation had stolen all his words. There was nothing more to say.

After making an early dinner, he grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. He undressed me and then himself before climbing into bed. He didn’t try to have sex. He simply held me. His arm banded around my waist with my ass snuggled against him.

What the hell?

I had a million questions for him, but I wasn’t going to ask just yet. The man seemed to be in the midst of some serious internal turmoil. I supposed I had to accept what he was able to give me for now. And I honestly wasn’t sure what to say either. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a relationship. My career was just getting started. He wasn’t wrong about this whole thing being a giant distraction from the job.

I woke early with Dalton’s arm still locked around me. I smiled into the morning light. It was early and I wasn’t ready to leave his bed.

And then I heard the vibration from his phone on the nightstand. That must have been what woke me up. Concerned it could be work, I reached over and grabbed it. I hit the button, and a text was on the screen.

It wasn’t work.

Tanya: See you tomorrow at Martha’s at 3.

Every part of me froze. Tanya? Who the fuck was Tanya? Did he have a girlfriend? Was that what he was struggling with?

Oh god. I did not want to be the other woman.

I disentangled myself from his body and quickly dressed.

I left without saying a word. I didn’t know what game he was playing, but I was not interested.

Fuck that.