“What? Tom Selleck?” Embarrassment filled her chest. Had she really said that? “What I’m trying to say is I don’t think it will happen again. So let’s forget it, okay?” “Why won’t it happen again?” His gaze became heavy, and he lowered his face an inch closer from hers. “It’s obvious that you feel the same about me as—” “As you do for Fredericka?” She wished she could snatch the question from the air before it reached his ears. His brow creased and he leaned back on his heels. “So that’s what you’re angry about.” She didn’t deny it. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t think she could pull it off. “Look, Fredericka and I—” “It’s not important.” “It is to me. I never touched her while we were away. Not once.” “It doesn’t matter because … what you two are, or what you do, is your business. Because you and I … we’re just friends.” “We could be more,” he countered. “It feels like more already.”
