Feelings like the ones she harbored for Trey, sexual in nature, were better off kept to herself, just as she had done as a teenager. This was where she was supposed to pick herself up, dust herself off, and go on. At least, go change out of the nightgown she’d given up a week’s worth of groceries for. But the oversized bed was just too comfy a companion to give up at the moment. Angie closed her eyes with a frustrated sigh only to have them fly open as the door to the suite swung open. She shot upright in the bed with a startled gasp. “Trey?” The sight of him standing there in the doorway, his expression so intense, had her scooting off the bed. She hurried toward him. “What’s wrong?” “I was wrong,” he replied. “About what?” “For leaving the way I did.” He gathered her in his arms, taking Angie completely by surprise. She looked up at him, trying to calm her racing heart. “I don’t blame you, Trey. Really, I don’t. I know I was talking crazy.”
