She was watching him warily. He could almost feel her gaze boring into him. He could practically hear the endless list of questions on the tip of her tongue. Like what the hell was he thinking? He didn’t have an answer to that one. Or what did he want from her? He didn’t have an answer to that one, either, at least not one that wouldn’t get him slapped silly. Oh, yes, he wanted to haul her into bed, but that was not exactly what she was itching to hear right now. And since he wasn’t going to let it happen, anyway, it was a moot point. There were probably a whole litany of questions he hadn’t even thought of. Heck, there were probably a few that hadn’t even occurred to her sisters, and they were the grand masters of asking the unanswerable. “We need to talk,” she finally said, sounding as edgy as she had when he’d first arrived. His gaze narrowed. The very last thing on his mind was talking. What was it with women that they wanted to talk about everything? The only woman in his life who’d ever kept silent was Linda, only because she’d had so blasted many secrets she wanted to keep from him.
