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“Why?”
“I’m so sorry—but I can’t do this right now.”
Idiot. Thinking with the little head again.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He ran his fingers down her arm to assure her he wasn’t the Big Bad Wolf. When he reached her hand, he squeezed it.
“That’s not the problem. What I want to do is the problem. I’m afraid I’m not the girl you think I am.” She shook her head. “Or the girl I thought I was. I mean, the girl I thought I could be.”
If only he could speak her language. “Explain.”
“I don’t know what this is, this thing between us.” Emily squeezed his hand back.
“It’s called chemistry.”
“This is too much for me. You’re too much for me. And besides that, this was supposed to be one date. One. I think we’re forgetting that.”
“Right.” Which meant that again, he’d let her mess with his head. She was right. One date.
She took another step back. “Because that’s what we agreed.”
He didn’t speak for a moment, just let go of her hand. “We did agree on that.”
“You’re my teacher.”
“You’re my student.”
“Exactly.” A hint of a smile curled her lips.
“And then there’s the kissing. We should stop that.”
Emily’s expression became serious, and she seemed to consider it. “Probably.”
Oh, hell yeah, he was in so much trouble.
CHAPTER13
Emily
Stone didn’t seemat all upset on the drive back to the ranch, choosing to joke with me about NFG and his other friends at the bar. Surprising, because I’d expected some sulking. Didn’t all men pitch a fit when they didn’t get sex? The first time I turned Greg down because I hadn’t known him the prerequisite six months, he’d sulked all evening, barely speaking to me.
When I’d finally broken down just shy of six months, I should have been the one to sulk. I’d been with two men in my entire life, both in heavily committed relationships. Sex was just part of the deal when you loved someone, but most of the time I could take it or leave it.
Stone walked me to the door of my loft, despite my protests.
“I can’t let you in. It’s already dark outside.”
He cocked his head again as if I’d spoken in another language. “I’ve got to go anyway. Early day tomorrow.”
“Okay. I had a great time.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute, just kind of studied me. “Good.”
He walked back down the loft steps and got into his truck without even glancing back once. One date. We’d agreed. Another one would be nice but not part of the deal.
The lights were on in the kitchen of the big house, which meant someone, probably Molly, might still be up and about. She was the last person I wanted to see, but I didn’t want to be alone right now either.
Inside my loft, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Rachel’s number. She picked up after the second ring. “What’s up?”
