Page 76 of Just the Wrong Twin

She met his gaze.

“I think you can do anything.”

“Youaresweet.”

“Argh!” Nate said, making a caveman noise and shaking his fists in mock frustration, hoping she’d laugh. “Sweet!”

She did laugh. “Sweet and hot, remember.”

“I’m not sure that’s so much better.”

“You should be.” Sonia smiled and it lit her eyes just a little. The air sizzled between them again, making Nate want to stay and make love to her again. Her smile broadened as if she’d read his thoughts. “Go,” she said. “Please.”

She was destroying him.

“Yeah,” Nate agreed, but he lingered with his hand on the door knob. He couldn’t look away from her, barefoot in her kitchen with her hair loose, her eyes bright and her chin high. She had that vulnerable but powerful look again, and he was impressed by her all over again. Not a temptress, his ass.

This was how Marc Antony had felt when he was summoned back to Rome.

Nate crossed the apartment and touched Sonia’s chin with a fingertip, tipping her face up to his. “You’re amazing,” he murmured and her gaze warmed. “Remember that. Thank you for last night.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a smile. “It was great. Best ever.” Sonia turned her head and kissed his palm, her lips so soft against his skin that Nate was ready for another round.

His chest was tight. “Call me if you need me,” he said on impulse. “That’s what friends are for, right?” He saw her eyes light and knew that once again, he’d gotten it right.

“I just might.”

Nate suspected that Sonia never would call. She’d hang tough, on her own. She was used to fighting her own battles and doing it alone. As much as he admired that, he couldn’t just abandon her when she was in the middle of this big change.

Maybe he’d call and check on her.

The rightness of that impulse had him bending to capture her lips in a kiss.

The incredible thing wasn’t that Sonia kissed him back. The incredible thing was that the kiss was just as hot and potent as if it was the first time, as if they hadn’t done it repeatedly. The incredible thing was that Nate wanted even more.

He was seriously tempted to stay.

But there was a sound of approaching footsteps, like an elephant climbing the stairs. Sonia broke their kiss and looked at the door, her expression wary.

“No,” Nate said, instinctively fearing the worst.

“I’m afraid so,” she said and opened the door.

Katia was on final approach in the corridor, dressed in leather and huffing like a locomotive. She was dragging a cherry red wheelie bag, which explained the noise, and probably why she was out of breath.

“Why doesn’t this place have an elevator?” she demanded by way of greeting, then pushed past Sonia into the apartment. She did a double-take when she noticed Nate. “You again,” she said, giving him a quick survey.

“Me again,” he agreed easily and settled against the counter, arms folded across his chest.

Turned out he had no intention of leaving just yet.

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Sonia couldn’t believethat Katia’s timing was so bad. If she’d just arrived ten minutes later, Nate would have been on his way—and unable to witness their conversation. He leaned against the kitchen counter now, looking hot and dangerous, and as likely to budge as her fridge.

She couldn’t believe her twin had turned up early on a Saturday morning to share anything good.

Things had to be going to shit.

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