Turning my head quickly, ready to run, I watched as Jake prowled into the house. Instantly, I saw that something was wrong. I wanted to know, but was afraid to ask. I wasn’t afraid of Jake; I was afraid of the knowledge. He came straight to me, wrapped me in his strong arms, bent his head and kissed my forehead. I was taken aback, the gesture was so sweet, so intimate, it spoke of an entirely different relationship than the one we had. Even though I’d told him I’d like to try and see where things could go between us, he hadn’t pushed it since that first night. I’d wondered a few times if my baggage was just too much for him. It had been a relief, because with all this drama swirling around me, I was in no way ready to sleep with him again. “What is it?” I asked, pulling back slightly to peer up into his face. His strong, angular jaw flexed just before he answered. “I found some smudges on the dining room window.
What do You think about Jake (A Redemption Romance #2)?
