Was she a goddamned moron? The horrified expression on Kyran’s face answered that question. He hadn’t shoved her away, but then he hadn’t confessed his love for her either. She’d been so carried away with the tenderness she felt with him that she’d lost her verbal filter, ruining everything they had with three very simple words. She didn’t see a way back from this. It was over. “Shit, I . . .” She pushed at his chest, trying to climb off his lap. Her skin burned, embarrassment heating her to the core. “I . . . I’ll just hide in the bathroom and let you leave. I won’t beg you to stay.” Kyran let her go. The silence was deafening while Dale tugged her shorts back on. Her movements were sharp, rigid—she felt foolish. She had admitted to herself that her feelings were growing for him but knew that sort of confession would mark the end of the two of them. Kyran wouldn’t be able to handle it.
