Actually I let him win, but I’ll never tell him so. The truth is I wanted to see where he lives, and I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just drop me off and then run home to shower if I’d won. It’s more than simple curiosity. Not that I think that what his place looks like reveals all about who Jasper Storm is. Still, it will help me get a better glimpse into his life. I have a need to make sure that he’s all right. That even though he might have had a horrific childhood because of what happened, he was still able to come out on the other side not so much the worse for wear. Sometimes I’m not so sure I did. With a push, he flings the door open to his loft and a flutter of nerves quakes in my belly. Then his hand is on my back and that quake turns into an eruption. “Come on in. I won’t be long.” Walking close to him, maybe too close, I do as he suggests. “You don’t have to rush.” Jasper shoves his hands in his pockets as if nervous about showing me his apartment. So adorable.
