One Wrong Step (Borderline Book 2) by Griffin Laura

Author:Griffin, Laura [Griffin, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2008-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

John lay in Celie’s bed feeling physically spent, but completely restless.

He listened to her slow, steady breathing. For hours now, she’d been sound asleep, her arm draped over his chest, her naked body nestled alongside him. Every time she shifted, her breast pressed against his rib cage. He looked down at her. She was soft, she was beautiful, she was the sweetest woman he’d ever been with.

And he had no idea what the hell he was doing here.

He’d talked his way into her bed, and now here he was, feeling like shit. He couldn’t explain it, but something was off. His instincts were buzzing, and he knew he should be listening to them.

Celie sighed heavily and tugged the sheet up. He used the opportunity to ease away from her and slip out of bed. Soundlessly, he crept from the room.

Her apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the air-conditioning. John smelled garlic from the bag of leftovers they’d brought home from the Italian restaurant, the bag they’d neglected to refrigerate, he realized now, because as soon as they’d walked in the door, he’d pulled Celie into the bedroom to show her all the things he’d had on his mind during dinner.

He picked up the bag from the coffee table and deposited it in the fridge. She had a woman’s fridge, filled with fat-free yogurt and salad stuff and diet soda. He had no idea why she was on a diet—he thought she looked hot—but he’d spent enough time around women to know it was pointless to try to talk them out of shit like that.

John snagged a bottle of water from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and downed it in two long gulps. He stood in front of the kitchen window for a moment, staring at the dark greenbelt below. Then he retraced his steps across the living room and hallway, pausing beside the bathroom door. A seashell nightlight glowed next to the mirror. He stepped up to the sink, leaned his palms on the counter, and stared at his shadowy reflection.

He was such a dick. He’d made it his mission in life to get her to trust him, and, now that she had, he was ready to bolt.

“Damn,” he muttered, turning on the faucet. He splashed water on his face and glared up at himself. What was his problem?

For a few minutes, he just stood there, letting ugly, suspicious thoughts rattle around in his brain as he studied his reflection. And then he realized his problem—he didn’t trust her. Shaking his head in disgust, he gave into temptation and pulled back the mirrored door.

The contents of Celie’s medicine cabinet stared back at him.

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