Page 32 of Play to Win
“You called Rod and talked to him about my—this—house?” He didn’t miss the surprise in her voice and it made him feel like an ass that she didn’t think enough of him to know he’d look out for her.
He turned to her then, touching a finger to her chin. “I did. And after I get the windows situated, we can fix some dinner while we still have power and then buckle in for the night.”
“You’re staying here?”
“I am if that’s alright with you.” He desperately wanted her to say it was okay, but if she didn’t, if she asked him to leave, he would. He’d hate and worry every second he wasn’t with her during this storm, but he wouldn’t push her in any way. After all she’d been through in this town, he wasn’t going to make any more bad memories for her.
She stared at him for what seemed like endless seconds, contemplating no doubt. Probably asking if she could trust him? If this wasn’t another cruel joke, or if it were a result of some type of guilt trip? Portia always seemed to have questions and there was a time when Ethan thought he’d had all the answers. Tonight, he was rethinking everything he thought he’d known about his feelings for Portia and why he’d chosen to stay away from her.
“That’s fine with me,” she answered finally.
His smile probably gave away the relief he felt, but he didn’t mind. As long as he was here with her.
