beââ
âThatâs why I came home,â he interrupted.
Shocked by his statement, she stared at him. âIt isnât either! You didnât come home to take me to dinner.â
âDid so,â he argued quietly. âTo my way of thinking, we have some unfinished business between us,â he said, and beneath his soft voice, she could hear a steely determination.
She thought about her condition and shook her head. âI think it is finished,â she said. âYou move in one world and I live in another. Iâm just a country girl, Aaron, so letâs be realistic. You couldnât have come home to take me to dinner!â
âYes, maâam, I surely did,â slipping into a West Texas drawl that she knew he didnât usually have. âAnd whatâs all this about a country girl? Where do you think I grew up?â
âRight here, but donât give me that olâ country-boy routine. You were educated in the east and you live abroad and you move in circles that I know nothing about and the women in your lifeââ
âBore me witless,â he said, scooting a little closer. âI wouldnât pursue this if I didnât feel like there was something between us.â
His words devastated her, and she clutched her fingers even more tightly together. Resist the sweet talk, resistâ¦
She scooted away from him a few inches, keeping the space theyâd had, but now she was pressed against the end of the sofa.
âWe had sex between us, butââ
âThat was lovemaking, Pamela,â he interrupted with such solemnity that her heart did another lurch. âIt was good and fine and important.â He studied her. âMaybe we need to take some time now to get to know each other.â
âNo, we donât!â
âWhy the hell not?â
Her mind raced on how to answer him. Why did he have to sit so close? It was difficult to think. âI told you, Iâm country and youâre not and donât say you are. Our worlds are really different, and there is no way you can convince me that youâre here because Iâm so fascinating.â
âYou donât think so?â
âNo. Howâd did you get off work in the middle of the week?â
âI asked for time off to come home to see you.â
Her jaw did drop. While she stared at him, he gazed back steadily with no amusement in his features now.
âThis is important,â he announced solemnly.
Her heart stopped. Missed beats and then picked up. No. Not now, was all she could think. Not now. Donât do this. He mustnât know. Her head swam. This canât happen now. Itâs too late. Much too late for us.
She shook her head. âYou need to pack and go back to Spain. This is ridiculous. Weâre in different worlds, Aaron.That night was special, but it was just a night. Now I need toââ
He moved closer. âPamela, I want a chance to show you that our worlds arenât that different. There are some basic things about people that match up, and I think we ought to get to know each other a little and see how much we match up. Maybe youâre right and it wonât be the magic it seemed, but letâs get to know each other a little better and give a relationship a chance.â
âI just donât think we should.â She could barely get out the words.
âWhat will it hurt?â he persisted softly, lacing his fingers in hers and running his thumb across her knuckles and scrambling her thoughts.
If you only knew, you would run like crazy. She stared at him, her heart pounding, knowing that she had to send him on his way.
âYouâre sitting close.â
âIâm glad you noticed. What will it hurt?â
I will be in love with you more than I am now, she thought, and youâll find out Iâm carrying your baby, and then youâll want to marry me for all the wrong reasons. She