Part 38 (1/2)
She frowned. ”Something in you?”
”I can't explain it, other than I want to keep it away from you.”
Eve sighed. ”What do you want me to say to that, Alec?”
”I want you to say that you'll let me try and fix this.”
”Fix what?”
”You and me.”
Stepping around him, she headed toward her condo.
”Eve?” He followed.
She unlocked the multiple dead bolts that had once given her a feeling of safety. Setting her shoes beneath the console table by the door and her purse on top of it, she looked at him standing in her doorway. ”How do you feel about me?”
He didn't misunderstand. ”Confused. Detached.”
”You don't love me anymore?”
”I want to love you.” His deep voice was low and fervent. ”I remember what it felt like to love you.”
Her head ached. ”I think you need to figure out what you're doing with your life, before you try and do me.”
Alec stepped inside and shut the door. ”What means more? When someone wants you because they can't help it? Because of hormones or some chemical reaction in the brain? Or when they want you because they choose to want you? Because they make the conscious decision to want you?”
She groaned. ”You're too f.u.c.king complicated.”
”We'll start slow,” he suggested, stepping closer and moving in for the kill.
”Like what?” she asked, suspicious.
His smile made her toes curl. ”A ride on my bike along the coast. That slow enough for you?”
Eve's gaze narrowed. Far from innocent, a ride on his Harley would put him in her arms and between her legs. The gleam in his eyes told her he was thinking the same thing.
”Only if I'm doing the driving,” she said.
He hesitated, well aware that she was talking about more than the bike.
”Otherwise, no deal,” she pressed.