remedy, so I did a little shopping for you.”
Bless this man, she said silently, looking up at the ceiling. “Well, as you can see, I’m just peachy,” she lied, forcing a brilliant smile. “In fact, I was thinking about jogging.”
“Uh, huh,” he muttered, as if he didn’t believe her. Entering the bedroom, he treaded carefully across the room, occasionally stopping to pick up a piece of clothing or a shoe in his path. Then, he did the unspeakable.
He opened the blinds.
Jane squeezed her eyes shut against the morning brightness. “Did you have to do that?”
“Yes. The sooner you get up and get moving, the sooner you’re going to start feeling human again.” She heard her dresser drawers being opened and shut, and then his voice boomed out again. “I grabbed some clean clothes for you. After your shower, you’ll feel a little better.”
Peeking out of one eye, she saw a pair of denim shorts, a red tank top and a pair of pink bikini panties tucked under his arm.
“Go away,” she said, closing her eye again. She figured all she had to do was wait a minute or two and then he’d probably get the hint and leave. But when she opened her eyes a few moments later, he was still there. He must be deaf, she thought.
“Come on, Cinderella. Let’s turn you into a princess.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re here! You’re my fairy godmother.”
He chuckled. “Sure, whatever. It’s your fantasy.”
Rather than fight when she felt herself being lifted, Janie merely wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. He smelled clean, like soap and toothpaste, while she probably smelled like a zoo animal. Maybe a shower was just what she needed.
In the bathroom, he set her gently on her feet, placed her hands on the vanity and said, “Hold on.” Then, laying her clean clothes aside, he pulled the shower curtain open and turned on the spray. “You don’t need any help getting undressed, do you?”
“No,” she said firmly. “Go away.”
“Breakfast in twenty minutes,” he said before shutting the door.
“Breakfast?” she said, then opened the door a crack and peeked her head out. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” Normally, she’d be jumping for joy over a man who could cook. But this morning, the last thing she wanted was food. Still, it was nice of him to offer.
“Well, I’m going to go ahead and make something anyway. By the time you finish with your shower, you’ll probably be hungry.” With that he turned and headed for the stairs.
Janie watched as he walked away, her gaze fixed on his delectable behind. “What is wrong with me?” she mumbled and quickly closed the door.
Before yesterday, she’d never much thought about Gabe Montero in a sexual way, or any way. She’d always thought he was rude and sort of incorrigible. But this morning he was acting civil, like they were friends. And last night he’d behaved like a perfect gentleman. Even when he’d kissed her, he’d used restraint. He could have taken advantage of her, especially after the way she’d practically thrown herself at him.
God, she’d almost forgotten about how she’d made a complete fool of herself last night. Although she didn’t regret asking him to kiss her, she couldn’t believe she’d asked him to have an affair with her. What on earth had she been thinking?
CHAPTER THREE
In spite of the way Janie’s stomach was churning, something smelled awfully tempting as she emerged from the bathroom. Gabe was right. The shower had helped tremendously. She was actually starting to feel slightly human. But just slightly. Her head still throbbed and she was still a little woozy. Leaning against the wall for support, she inched her way down the hallway and toward the stairs. But when she reached the top, she grasped the handrail for support as she stared down at the landing. She’d descended these steps hundreds of times, but never with a hangover. Suddenly, she lost her nerve, and