Page 71 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

“I still want you.”

“I know that too.”

His thumb moved against my waist.

I leaned down until my mouth nearly touched his.

Jonah closed his eyes.

Then his hand fell away.

“Not tonight,” he said.

I straightened.

“Because you’re angry?”

“Because I’d use it to forget I’m angry.”

“That’s annoyingly emotionally healthy.”

“I had a difficult week.”

Despite myself, I smiled.

Jonah looked at my mouth, then away.

I climbed into bed.

He used the bathroom and returned a few minutes later. The mattress shifted when he lay down on the other side.

There was no pillow between us.

There didn’t need to be.

The empty space did the work.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling while the fan moved cool air across the sheet.

“Jonah?”

“I’m awake.”

“If I don’t get into Daddy’s car tomorrow, will you bring me back here?”

Jonah turned toward me.

“Then I’ll bring you home.”

My breath caught on the word.

“And if I do?”

His gaze held mine in the dark.

“Then I’ll drive back alone.”

He turned toward the window again.