His eyes blazed into hers. “I think it will.” She finished drinking her water and didn’t bother to comment. “Okay, how about this. If I kiss you and you feel nothing then I will walk away.” “What?” She knew that wasn’t about to happen because she still couldn’t forget the kiss he’d given her last night. “London, go home. We can try to come up with a different solution tomorrow.” She quickly moved around him and headed toward her bedroom. Feeling self-conscious, she desperately needed to run a comb through her hair. Instead of leaving as she had ordered, London followed her. “I thought I asked you to leave.” “It’s too late for that. We’re already engaged.” “Well, I want to be unengaged.” There was no way she could be married to him. Not with the way she felt about him. He moved closer. She tried to put some distance between them but his body was positioned in such a way that she was trapped between him and a wall. “I don’t think that’s really what you want.”
