Nick was deliberately turning the clock back, trying to restore their relationship to its previous standing of almost-family. Shocked by the strength of her dismay, she stemmed the protest that trembled on her tongue. She said quietly, “Yes, of course.” “I’ll get you something to drink.” His mouth quirked in a familiar mixture of mockery and amusement. “You’ll need to rehydrate after all those tears.” “Thank you, but I can get some water for myself.” Desperate for him to go, she glanced at the door to the charming small en suite bathroom. “Stay there,” he said tersely. Hurt by the edge to his voice, she tried to suppress the strange jumble of thoughts and emotions churning through her, closing her eyes until he came back. Not that she’d hear him. He’d always moved silently—a born predator, her father once had called him. Well, her father had been wrong. If Nick had been a predator then right now—at this very minute, she thought with a voluptuous heat melting her bones—they’d be erotically entwined in the great bed.
What do You think about One Night In The Orient (2011)?
