His voice was rough and worried.  “Danika, what was—“-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

The oven timer began to chime, and I stood, going to sit at the round table in his breakfast nook.

I listened to him as he went into the kitchen, mapped out every move as he took the cookies out, and switched them onto a plate.

I looked down at my hands the entire time.

He joined me at the table, setting the large platter of cookies directly in front of me.  He sat down beside me, and the second he did, on the side of my bad leg, he began to rub my knee.

That got me to look at him, which I was sure had been the point.

“What—” he started to ask again.

“No.”  I shook my head, and tried to still the hand on my knee.  It was persistent, though, and just kept rubbing.  “I’m not doing this.  We have a relationship with boundaries now, Tristan.  I’m not going to give you what you want, every time you want it, just because I’m incapable of telling you no.  I’ve changed and you’ve changed, and we need to have some rules, if we are going to be able to spend time together like this.”

“Yes, I know that, but I just wanted to know what that was—“

“No,” I said again, firmly.  I would not waver in this.  “I refuse to talk about it, and your hands should not be going there in the first place.”

His jaw clenched, and I saw a glimmer of his now rare temper flash in his eyes, but he shut them quickly, hiding it, shutting it down.  “Okay,” he said finally.  “I’ll drop it.”

Things were stiff after that.  I ate two of the delectable cookies, then told him that I had to go.  He didn’t protest, just packing me up a container of cookies to take.

“Oh, you don’t need to—”

“Take them,” he grumbled.  “I made them for you.  The least you can do is pretend that you want them.”

I nodded and took them.  He walked me to the door and then to my car.  He opened the driver’s side door for me, but then blocked me from entering.

He took the cookies carefully from my hand, setting them on top of the car.  He turned to me, then slowly, softly, embraced me.  He hugged me under the arms and lifted me against him.  He pulled me right into his neck, and my arms went up to hook at his nape, holding on, since my feet had been lifted cleanly off the ground.  He put his lips to my temple and just held on.

Neither of us said a word, but we didn’t let go.  Not for a very long time.

I didn’t think of it until I was nearly home, but he’d never given me a tour of his house.  Dammit, now I’d have to go back.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

He came by my gallery again the next morning, dressed in a suit.  Again.

I was in the office, standing at my tall worktable as I got organized for the day.

I glanced at the clock.  “Isn’t this way early for you?”

He shrugged, staring at me.

It was too intense of a regard, and I looked down at my hands while I moved some papers around.

“Come to my house for dinner tonight.  I have a new recipe I want you to try.”  There was no question in his voice.

I shook my head.  “You know this is a mistake.”

His laugh was low and a touch bitter.  “I don’t know that.  Come home with me tonight.  I’ll drive us straight from here.”

“And leave my car?  How will I get home?  And how will I get to work tomorrow?”

“I’ll drive you when I come back for the show, or whenever, wherever.  I just want to share a meal.  What’s the harm?”

I tried to give him a chastising look.  Neither of us were naive enough to think that leaving my car here would end up in us just sharing a meal.

“I’ll come for dinner, but I’m driving myself.”

He smiled, flashing big, happy dimples, and I saw his move.  He’d asked for too much, so I would concede more than I’d planned.

He moved to stand directly behind me.  I shut my eyes as he pressed against me slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, my voice catching.

“Shh, sweetheart, just let me.  I need this.”  He spoke against my temple, then kissed me there.

I let him.

He covered my hands with his own, and still, I didn’t pull away.

I wasn’t sure what he was up to, what he intended, and I wasn’t sure how long I would have let it continue, how far I would have let it go.  It was taken out of both of our hands when Sandra popped her head in the office, effectively breaking the spell.

Which was embarrassing, but for the best.

“Um, sorry, but you’ve got a call on line one.”  She disappeared.

“I need to work,” I told him.

He took a step back.  “I’ll see you tonight.”

He left.

I tried to make myself call him and cancel, but my workday ended, and I found myself driving to his house, instead of home.

I still wore my clothes from work.  It was business attire, a sexy twist on a simple navy sleeveless shirtdress, with a shorter hem, and the neckline open to reveal my cle**age down to the lace of my bralette.  I’d taken the time to retouch my makeup before I’d left my office.

The pretense of this being platonic was flimsy indeed.  Less believable by the minute.

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