She’d had every intention of yesterday ending completely different than it did. The day was perfect, every part of it. Watching him swing through the trees, climb the rocks, rappel down them—everything he did was a turn-on, and she was primed and ready to go. She figured he knew that, if his knowing looks were any indication. Except something changed when he received that phone call—his mood and his demeanor. It all dropped down a few notches from the carefree man she had come to know. He tried to cover it up, but she still saw it. He seemed just as happy and laid back on the ride home, but he couldn’t hide the distraction underneath it all. He had tried. She would give him credit for that. Unfortunately, one thing gave it away. She was positive he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, but he kept twisting the ring he always wore on his right hand. The truth of it was she didn’t want him distracted. She was selfish, and she wanted all his focus and attention on her if she was going to sleep with him.
