What the hell just happened? Shaking his head, he crossed to the buffet and poured himself a shot of brandy. He wasn’t sure consuming alcohol would be the wisest move, as his thoughts were already confused, so he sat nursing the drink while he rehashed their conversation. If he understood correctly, Lisa wanted to make love every night, and she wouldn’t be averse to more than once. In trying to protect her—from what he was no longer sure—it sounded as if he’d made her feel inadequate. He had also put her in the unenviable position of having to broach the delicate topic, and he feared she would consider his stunned silence a rejection of her brave advance. “Damn,” he muttered. He should have just come out and asked her what she wanted. Assuming had made an ass of him, again. Nathaniel stared into his glass before a smile slowly stretched his lips. Lisa wanted him to make love to her every night, and she wouldn’t be averse to more than once.
