She’d asked him three times if he was sure she should be with him and he was. Ever since that kiss last night, she’d done all she could to stay away from him. He wasn’t sure if avoidance motivated her or if she felt she would be intruding. Maybe it was a little of both. He’d almost reassured her that his vigilance for the media had nothing to do with his feelings for her. And then he’d checked himself. Regardless of how much he desired her, there was too much at stake if they were caught. Entering the lobby, he looked for his father, not having any idea of how he’d changed. Nervous butterflies were as foreign to him as Mount Everest. His stomach knotted with them now. He hadn’t seen his dad since he’d left twenty-three years ago. This wasn’t a family reunion. This was something to be dealt with. Gotten out of the way. Never to be revisited. He’d find out the reason for this meeting and be done with it.
