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“I mean in general. A new city every few weeks, some really hot sex, and then abbreviated conversations in between?”
“What should we be doing differently?”
Frustration surged inside her. “I don’t know. It’s just that we don’t even really know each other.”
He yawned wide, and his hand flew to his mouth. “Sorry. We still have fun, right?”
She nudged him out of the way and sat up. The sheets dropped away, and the air rushed in around her bare skin. “Yes, but it seems like we’re missing something.”
He sat next to her, sleep lining his voice and mingling with a hard edge that wasn’t there before. “So what should we be doing differently?”
This was a bad idea. He was too tired to hear her out. But now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop. “I don’t know.”
“Okay. Let’s get to know each other. What’s your favorite movie?”
She didn’t want to do this. Not with both of them exhausted and stressed out. “Chasing Amy.”
He made a noise that sounded like a half-groan, half-sigh. “Pseudo-intellectual dialogue and a miserable, ambiguous ending? What the hell’s so great about that?”
She clenched her teeth, annoyance shoving aside her reluctance. “I like it. Your favorite movie is better?Dumb and Dumberor something?”
He snorted. “Ace Ventura, Pet Detective.”
She rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the mattress. “Forget I said anything.”
“What?”
“This isn’t working.”
“You didn’t give it a chance,” he said with irritation.
She glared at him with disbelief. “First thing out of the gate, and you all but told me my favorite movie was stupid.”
“So? That’s my opinion. I’m allowed to have those, aren’t I? It’s not my fault you like something lame. Relationships aren’t built on favorite movies, anyway.”
This was a bad idea. She rolled over, so her back was to him. “Forget it. The sex is fantastic—that’s what matters”
“Molly.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. If you’d like to talk, I want to listen. I’ll take it seriously.” He traced his fingers along her skin, sending a pleasant chill through her. “Please?”
The light touch filled her with ambivalence. “I don’t want to fight. We can do this in the morning.”
“We’re both awake now.” He tugged on her shoulder. “And it’s still eating at you.”
She adjusted her position, so she was looking up at him. “But it’s not the kind of thing we can fix with a few hours of swapping favorites. That’s the problem. We’ll never have more than a few hours. And when we manage to find that time, we have to choose—get to know each other, or lose ourselves and our clothes in the moment?”
He trailed a finger down her arm. “We knew it was going to be like this. We both spend our working lives on the road; we live worlds apart. Okay, maybe only states, but it feels like worlds. It’s a balance we’ll have to strike.”
“Except we’re not building on a solid foundation.” She shouldn’t be making this difficult, but she needed to get it out now, or it would devour her. “A couple of stolen kisses and shared words don’t last long, and then weeks or months apart at a time are going to feel like we’ve taken two steps back. We’ll spend as much time catching up as we will on moving forward.”
He frowned and pulled away. “Have you ever heard this speech before?”
His question triggered something inside, but she pushed it aside. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it made her stomach churn and her head ache. “No.”
“Are you sure?” He leaned back on his arms, his dark gaze seeping into her. “Not from those other men, who got fed up with your schedule and didn’t think it was going to work out?”
Shit. She sounded just like them. The realization cut deep. Something else joined it, and she choked back the frustration. “What if they were onto something?”
He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “Really. Then you actually believe this is only sex, wrapped in a waste of time and frequent-flier miles?”
