“I noticed.”
I gripped her face with my hand and looked into her eyes. “I want you, Tara.”
“I want you too, Knox.”
She smirked and I kissed her. When she opened her mouth to me, I angled my head, going deeper. Tara shifted so she was straddling me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Should we go back ins
ide?” she asked.
“Sure.” Before she could get off my lap, I stood and carried her over to the door. She reached out and opened it. I walked through and kicked it closed behind me. I set her in her chair before going into the kitchen to get her plate.
“I guess you want to eat.”
“We need to eat, Tara.”
“We do?”
My mouth was full, so I nodded and pointed at her plate. “You’re going to need your strength,” I said after I swallowed.
“I am?”
“Oh, yeah.”
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Tara
I stabbed a mushroom with my fork and put it in my mouth. How could I not think about the last time we were in this kitchen, eating food Knox prepared for me.
Looking over at him, it was obvious he was thinking about the same thing I was. How easy it would be to get lost in sex and avoid thinking about everything that had happened today. Could I do that? Bury my head and pretend my life was as simple as it looked on the surface?
Knox was aware it wasn’t. He knew I was in Italy because my father had disappeared. What he knew beyond that, we hadn’t talked about.
Did he suspect why I’d come to Italy specifically? Did he know about the millions of dollars sitting in an account in a Zürich bank under my assumed identity?
One question I didn’t have to ask was what he knew about Brand. When he told me he’d seen us, it was obvious he didn’t even know his name.
It was imperative I find time to get in touch with him to let him know that not only had I been discovered, I had no intention of leaving Italy.
Or maybe I should just come clean now and let Knox help me. He would, wouldn’t he?
He reached over and grasped my hand. “You have a lot on your mind.”
“I do.”
“I told you we didn’t have to talk about it tonight. However, if you want to, we certainly can.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was I really considering trusting this man I barely knew? It wasn’t just my life that would be impacted if I did. My father’s would be too.
“We’ve had a long day. Why don’t you sleep on it and decide tomorrow how comfortable you feel confiding in me?”
I studied him and shook my head.
“What?” he asked.
“Is it really that simple, Ben…err…Knox? I can decide how comfortable I am?”