Page 62 of Objection to Love

When he finally pulled back, he was gratified to see her looking as shell-shocked as he felt. She blinked a few times and took an unsteady breath, searching his eyes for something.

“Well, crap.”

He froze. Not what he’d expected. “What?”What? That was all he could think of?

She laughed. “No, not you. Not that. Well, kinda that. I told April there was no way you’d kiss me. I was wrong.”

“And you're mad about that?” He still had a hand at the back of her head, and, slowly, he trailed his fingers down her neck to her shoulder. She shivered.

“Well, yeah. I don’t like to be wrong.”

“Personally, I’m not too mad you were.” He grinned at her as she turned red, hitting him in the chest.

“Stop that. You look too proud of yourself right now,” she responded with narrowed eyes, surprising him again.

“Do you blame me?”

“A little.”

He laughed heartily. “You’re really something, September Miller.”

“Do you intend to expound on that?”

“Nope.” He leaned back against the pillows, his arms crossed, his shoulder touching hers.

“Nope?”

“After that rude response to my kiss, I have no intention of sharing any of my thoughts with you just now.”

She sat up and cocked her head at him. “None at all?”

Against his will, his eyes dropped to her lips. Before she could react, he looped an arm

around her waist and pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply for a minute. Or twelve.

“None at all,” he murmured, settling her against his shoulder to finish the movie.

Chapter 22

Em

Itwasraining,shewas late, and she felt dumpy without heels on. But she couldn’t wear heels with a sprained ankle.

Awkwardly grabbing her briefcase off the kitchen table, where she’d tried to do some work the night before—but was distracted by Garrett, who didn’t leave until nearly nine PM—she made for the door, pulling it open with more force than necessary while balancing the crutches and her bag.

“Whoa! You’re in a hurry!”

Em stopped in her tracks before barreling straight into Garrett’s chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you too.”

She offered a weak smile. “Sorry. I’m late, and I didn’t sleep well.”

He propped his hip against the doorframe. “Didn’t sleep well, huh? Something on your mind?”

“Not at all. Except I didn’t want to be late to work today. Which I am.” She tried to glare at him; she really did. But with him looking at her like that, all she could think about was his heart-stopping kisses the night before.

“It’s only 7:15. I bet your boss doesn’t get there for over an hour.”

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