He reached out hesitantly, knowing that touching her was a major mistake. Still, he awkwardly placed the palm of his hand on her back. Alessandra sat up and turned toward him, throwing herself into his arms as if she were starved for any kind of human contact — even from a man she professed to hate. He patted her back awkwardly, ineffectively, afraid to hold her too tightly. I want to go home!
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He reached out hesitantly, knowing that touching her was a major mistake. Still, he awkwardly placed the palm of his hand on her back. Alessandra sat up and turned toward him, throwing herself into his arms as if she were starved for any kind of human contact — even from a man she professed to hate. He patted her back awkwardly, ineffectively, afraid to hold her too tightly.
I want to go home! I want to be able to visit Jane. I just want to go back to Long Island. Can you? He could not let her leave. Is that what you want? I find it hard to…After I returned the money…? And she could leave. At any given time, she could just get up and walk away from all of them. Straight back to Trotta. Who would kill her. Harry did not want her to die.
I could have my life back. Her life had been taken from her. The injustice was profound. The house is gone. Alessandra Lamont will be just as dead.
His nose was inches from hers, her mouth close enough to kiss. Close enough to kiss. Harry saw the exact moment she, too, realized she was in his arms. She felt like a woman — no longer just another human body against him, but a female body with soft, full breasts. He felt the tautness of her thigh, the curve of her hips.
He felt the promise of something incredible. And his arms no longer felt awkward around her. His hands settled comfortably, one against the small of her back, the other tucked up against her neck, beneath her hair.
She was a perfect fit. Her breath smelled like coffee and chocolate, and he knew she would taste just as sweet. They just hung there, suspended, hardly even daring to breathe. Seconds ticked by, more and more of them. Did she want him to kiss her? Dammit, what was he doing? Kissing her would be completely insane. In fact, she lifted her face and— The front door opened behind them, and Alessandra sprang up and away from him.
Nic wants you inside. She adjusted the holes in the knees of her pants, but it was hopeless. Until she washed her face and changed her clothes, she was going to look bedraggled, not chic. Of course George had one. He silently handed it to Harry, who passed it to Alessandra, who kept her tear-streaked face carefully averted. George discreetly faded back, closing thedoor almost all the way behind him as Alessandra wiped her eyes and blew her nose with an indelicate honk.
What was he supposed to say? Should he apologize for almost kissing her? Or apologize for not taking the opportunity to kiss her when he could have? It would probably be good to address this attraction thing pointblank. Acknowledge it, get it out on the table between them, and deal with it accordingly. When Alessandra took a breath, about to speak, Harry steeled himself for the words to come. She said none of those things.
That was definitely an option. He cleared his throat.
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