Jerked out of her fascination for the moon, Lucy yelped as Conor’s arm swept around her waist and tugged her from the street. She’d been so elated, so utterly in love with the day they’d spent talking, sharing, laughing, that she’d not been paying attention. Had stepped off the curb. A car honked. Wheels screeched.
Clinging to Conor’s solid frame, she buried her face against his shoulder. Her bones shivered. Protected in his embrace, a tear slipped down her cheek.
“It’s okay.” His voice was like a warm blanket she wanted to tug about her.
She nodded, unable to find her voice. But it wasn’t okay.
“Lucy, Lucy,” he whispered, as if her name was an urgent prayer. His hug tightened. “You are so precious to me.” Such an ache in his voice.
Her tears increased as she realized he must genuinely care for her. A terrible hole opened wide in her gut.
Was falling for a man really so dangerous?
***
Once at Conor’s penthouse, Lucy veered straight for the bathroom and muttered something about it having been a long day.
It had been a fabulous day. Until he’d almost lost her.
One moment of inattention could have dramatically altered the course of both their lives. He should have been more aware. But he’d been in the same goofy sort of love blindness as she had been. Thank goodness he’d been fast enough to catch her. The car had swerved and missed hitting her by a few inches.
In that moment he had lived a thousand lives, each one cruel and punishing. And so unfulfilled. He’d clung to Lucy as, truly, a precious treasure he never wanted to lose.
He needed to hold her now, but he understood that adrenaline must be coursing through her system. She had to come down, to relax. And to know she was now safe.
Lucy dashed out of the bathroom, phone in hand. “I can’t do this!” She veered to the kitchen and found the waste bin. “This is too much trouble.”
“Lucy.” She was overreacting. And yet…
“No, Conor, I really like you. I may be falling for you. But that can’t happen if I’m not fully present. You want my attention?” She dropped the phone into the bin. “Now you have it.”
“You don’t have to go to such extremes, Lucy. You’ve had a terrible experience. And…I know that’s a tool you use for your work—”
She suddenly dropped the strap of her sundress. And then the other, which allowed her dress to fall to expose the tops of her nipples. Conor’s jaw also dropped. Her mood shifted to a sultry tease. And the way her hair spilled forward, covering one tiny breast, would be his undoing.
Boldly, she walked toward him. “Do I have your attention now?”
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