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Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”

“Scarlet, please forgive me... “I didn’t mean to assault—”

She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”

At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. Shewantedmy lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. Sheletme deepen the kiss, hold her face in my hands.

Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”

“Yes, it was impulsive.”

“I got carried away.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses, then lock with mine.

“It must have been the wine.”

“Yeah, for sure the wine.”

A faint smile flickers on her lips. “It was really good.”

“I can open another bottle if you want more.” Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid! She’s totally off limits.

Forbidden.

Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a somber expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.

“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”

I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.

“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”

And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and bewildered.

CHAPTER 39

Skye

Quiet stills me; darkness blinds me. I don’t know what time it is. All I know, I haven’t been able to fall asleep.

Closing my eyes with the hope that sleep will claim me, I keep reliving that kiss. That earth-shattering kiss. The kiss of all kisses. I wanted him so badly. Like an animal in heat. I don’t think he noticed, but I had to sit on my hands as his mouth ravaged mine so I wouldn’t take it any further.

A mad rollercoaster of emotions whirls through me.

Confusion.

Sadness.

Guilt.

Regret.

Desire.

Lust.