Moonlight over Manhattan (From Manhattan with Love 6)

“I’m doing it for Madi.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The dog cares about my well-being?”

“If you die, she will be unsettled again. She needs stability.”

“It’s good to have a reason to cling to life.” His dry tone told her he had to be feeling better.

She sent mental thanks to Susan. “Have you taken your meds?”

“I have.” He walked carefully to the bed. Before that remark about her being beautiful she would have helped him, but now she decided it was safer to keep her distance. She no longer knew the rules of this relationship.

She shook her head. “You look pitiful. Do you want to sleep some more? Watch TV?”

“I don’t have TV in the bedroom.” He collapsed onto the freshly made bed. “The bedroom is for two things only. Sleep and—”

“Okay, I get it.” She interrupted him quickly and reached for the throw. She didn’t want to hear about the things that had happened in that huge bed of his. On balance she’d preferred it when he had less to say for himself.

“For a woman of almost thirty—”

“How do you know my age?” She pulled the throw over him.

“I treated you in the ER. I was going to say that for a woman of almost thirty, you’re shy about sex. Tell me about your previous boyfriends.”

She gave a start. “Are you delirious?”

“No, but I feel like crap and I want distraction.”

“Then you don’t want to talk about my boyfriends because there’s not a lot of distraction there.”

“There haven’t been many?”

“I never really saw the point of dating for the sake of it.”

“So I was right.”

“About what?”

“You’re not the type for casual sex.”

Up until she’d met him, she would have agreed but right now she wasn’t sure.

She seemed to think about nothing but sex when she was with him. Serious, casual, right now she would have taken whateve

r was on offer.

She was agonizingly aware of him watching her as she moved around the room.

“I suppose I’m more of a relationship sort of person.”

“I guessed that about you. Tell me about the last guy you had sex with.”

“Excuse me?” Her cheeks flamed. She never talked about sex with anyone. Not even her sister. Why would he ask her that question? And why now, with the sun spotlighting her every reaction?

“I’m trying to even the score. You’ve undressed me and seen me almost naked. That gives me certain rights.”

“It gives you no rights.”

“Well I’m taking them anyway. Tell me about the last guy you dated.”