His grip loosened, and his lax muscles went stiff. She hadn’t even allowed him a second to enjoy the climax of great sex before she’d no doubt ruined everything. “I’ll be back,” she managed to mumble. Mason didn’t stop her. In fact, he rolled to the side, and Abbie scooted off the bed. She grabbed her clothes, slipped on the dress and got the heck out of there. I love you? Abbie might as well have taken a hammer and hit Mason in the head. Talk about the worst possible thing she could say. And the really bad part? It was true. She did love him, but that didn’t mean he had to hear it. How she felt about him was her problem, not his, and she should have just kept her big mouth shut. Abbie hurried back into the guest room, but she didn’t stop. She had to keep moving. Had to do something to ease the smothering pain in her chest.
