Page 39 of Second Time Around

After Barb closed the door, she expected him to remove his hand from her leg, but he didn’t. His warm, firm grip felt like it was burning her skin through the thin material of her skirt.

“We have to go,” she said, although she made no effort to move.

His deep brown orbs pinned her in place. He’d been one of the few people in her life she’d let all the way in. He’d seen her at her very best and absolute worst. He got her, quirks and all, and she couldn’t say that about any other man. Although, she’d never really given someone else a chance…

“Jenna, please. We need to talk about what happened.”

“No, we really don’t.”

“I disagree.”

“Well, you don’t get to choose.”

“You condemned me without ever giving me a chance to explain. Why? Why won’t you listen?”

“Your mom’s waiting for us,” she implored and started to rise again.

This time, he removed his hand from her leg and let her go.

“Fine, but one of these days, we’re going to discuss it,” he said firmly.

Not if I can help it, she thought, but she didn’t say a word.