Page 3 of Crazy About Love (All About Love)

“Well, that was a bust,” she says, snapping me out of my head. She clicks off the TV and frowns at her list. “Not a single one of mine got the ax tonight.”

I smirk. “Give it a couple episodes. I bet they’ll all be gone by next season.”

She nods, covering a yawn with her arm as she stretches it high to the sky. Her very blessed chest sticks out, and I know she isn’t wearing a bra, and I know if I look for more than a second, I’ll be taking that image back to the bedroom tonight.

“Well, I better get going.” I stand up, knocking the quilt to the floor.

“You can always sleep here, you know.” She grabs our glasses. That’s the offer she makes nearly every Sunday when I’m over. But I know what will happen if I spend the night. She’ll say, “Just sleep in the bed with me,” and I’ll say, “I’m really good on the couch,” because if I sleep in the bed with her it’ll be nothing but an eight-hour boner and lousy attempts to talk it down. And then if I end up on the couch, it’ll just be tossing and turning and walking halfway down the hall to her room and then changing my mind before turning back.

“Yeah…it’s not a good idea,” I say with a chuckle, which abruptly ends when I realize what I just said out loud.

Her captivating brown eyes narrow in confusion. “Why not?”

Oh, shit. “Because I think I might love you.”

Then she does the worst possible thing…again. She laughs.

“Man, I thought we had you sobered up.” She shakes her head and sets the glasses in the sink. “You aren’t driving anywhere.”

She spins around, resting her ass against the kitchen counter, and I hold on to the wall because my heart’s about to pound clean out of my chest. My hand’s shaking and I can’t see straight and, hell, maybe I am drunk, but it doesn’t matter.

“Theresa…I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” She smiles. “You’re wobbly, Alec.”

“Yes, I am,” I tell her, and her smile fades a little. Her eyes hold mine and I see her gulp. The air around us snaps. “I’m drunk and stupid and…”

She tilts her head slightly, watching with intense concentration as I take a step toward her. “And…?”

The words get caught.Nowthey get caught. Because they are way real and she knows it. I can see it in her eyes, and I’m not sure if I want to say it but I’m going to anyway.

“And I really think that I’m in love with you.” My hand slips off the doorframe, and I take a deep breath. “Please…say something?”

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