I’d fallen asleep.
I felt like it’d been thirty seconds, but it could have been three hours for all I knew.
Another knock had me letting out a small scream.
Who in the hell was at my door? If it was my crazy neighbor asking me again for sugar or something, I was going to kick him in the balls.
Throwing open the door, I started to talk. “What do you need now? It’s late and—”
The words faded away when I saw him standing there, his eyes roaming over me, causing me to shiver.
“Tucker? How did you get up here?”
He shrugged. “Your doorman remembered me from the other day.”
“So, he let you up here like he let you up the other day?” I made a mental note to talk to the night doorman about letting men come up to my apartment.
“Yes. Turns out he’s an old softy. Especially after I told him how we were college sweethearts and I was trying to win you back.”
My stomach jumped. “What?”
He laughed and made his way into my place. “Don’t worry, he believed the lie.”
It felt like someone kicked me in the stomach. Tucker wasn’t trying to win me back. Maybe all this was for him was sex. I couldn’t blame him, really. There was no denying the sexual tension between us all these years.
“Why are you here?” I asked, my pain morphing into anger.
“I missed you.”
The softness in his voice almost melted my cold heart.
Almost.
Note to self: Don’t let Tucker into my heart ever again. It’s dangerous.
“What’s wrong? Your date didn’t go well tonight?”
He frowned. “I wasn’t on a date, and even if I was, that was your fault.”
“My fault!” I cried out. “How in the hell is it my fault that you’re dating some … some …”
His eyes widened, and he waited to see what I was going to call the woman I’d seen him leaving the bar with.
“Some fake Barbie.”
He laughed. “Fake Barbie?”
Dropping onto my sofa, I was hit with the memory of Tucker inside me. I pushed it away.
“Go away, Tucker. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”
“If you didn’t want me here, why did you call me?”
My head snapped up and I laughed. “Huh? I didn’t call you. Seriously, was the date that bad you have to make up excuses to come see me? That’s really sort of sad.”
He smirked. “You called me about an hour ago. I kept calling out your name, and you didn’t answer. I got worried and came over to make sure you were okay.”
The stupid, warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest made me swallow hard. Damn him for being sweet.