Page 51 of Love In Hiding

“We came to an understanding of sorts the first night. We talked. I learned more about him, he did about me.”

“Are you going to share what you learned?” her sister asked.

“Another night. Yesterday was better work-wise. Or I was calmer. We got what we needed.”

“Chad seems to be the big problem?”

“On the surface, yes. Once I’m done with my reports, West and Braylon, or West and Spencer, will make the next decisions. I haven’t gotten that far. But last night, we went to dinner again, went back to the room, both drank more than the night before.”

“How much did you drink?” Paris asked slowly, eyeing her as if she was waiting for a large shoe to drop on the island she was sitting at and send her yummy dinner flying everywhere.

“I finished the second half of the first bottle. It wasn’t a big one. Then had another half glass of the second bottle. Had a glass at dinner too.”

“That’s a lot in a short time. Did he drink a lot?”

“A beer at dinner, and two in the hotel. We left the rest of the beer and wine there.”

Not that it had any value. Neither of them was drunk, but any more would have pushed any logical reasoning tilting even more.

“So what happened that has you dreading telling me? Did you fight?”

“That would have been better.” She shoved more food in her mouth.

“London! Did you have sex?”

“No!” she shouted. “What do you take me for?”

“I don’t know,” Paris said, her eyes wide. “I’m trying to figure out where this is going.”

“We kissed,” she said, then stuffed pasta in her mouth.

“Did you want to kiss him or was it emotions mixed with alcohol?”

“All of that,” she said, waving her hand. “Maybe I started it. I saw how he was looking at me hoping I wouldn’t notice.”

“You noticed it because you were looking at him the same way, right?”

“Yes,” she said, her fork scratching on the plate she pressed it down so hard.

“So you kissed. And he regretted it and wanted to have a talk and it pissed you off?”

She hated how her sister could pin this so well. “I thought he’d talk about it the next morning, but he hadn’t. Then I thought, well hell, he’s not into me and he’s just trying to find a way to be polite about it.”

“So you’re ticked off that he isn’t attracted to you, even though most people would think you can’t stand being in his presence? Myself included in thinking that. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it.”

“While you make me sound like an idiot.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“This morning I’m just waiting for him to say we’ve got to talk. But nothing. Crickets. It was all about work.”

“Makes sense if you were heading there and he wanted to stay focused.”

Not to mention that she’d overslept and they were rushing to get breakfast. He’d gotten up and showered before her and he even had to wake her up.

Could be the lack of sleep from tossing and turning exhausted her and when she finally went down for the count, nothing was disturbing her.

“I should have known you’d agree with that.”