He didn't think he'd ever fumbled a situation quite as badly as the one last night with Allie.He wasn't supposed to like her. She wasn't supposed to be so damned vulnerable, so absolutely alone, and he hadn't expected to feel so rotten about lying to her. But he did. He never planned to kiss her or to have his hands all over her, either, and he'd certainly done those things, as well.She just kept surprising him, and he didn't like it. A simple conversation with her was like ripping a vein open, pouring out his heart, something he just didn't do with any woman.That first night, all he'd intended was to keep her from feeling so alone, but she'd been so surprised by the idea that anyone else might feel the same way. What could he do? He'd told her he did and in the time since then figured out it was likely true. He'd just have to deal with it, after he dealt with her.A nagging little voice inside told him she'd feel even more alone, more isolated, once she knew the truth about him. And she'd have nowhere to turn.Everyone she had in the world was gone.
