a skimpy blue towel?”
“The towel was yellow!” she corrected, stung for some reason. So much for an unforgettable experience.
He laughed. “You’re right. The other towel was blue. The one you so graciously gave to me.” He looked her up and down. “Anyway, my shirt becomes you even better than the towel did.”
Erin blinked and looked down at herself. She wasn’t wearing one of her nightgowns after all; she was still wearing Nathan’s shirt, the one he had dressed her in last night.
Heat flushed her cheeks. Her hands went to the buttons of the shirt, as if to return it right away, but her brain managed to stop them in time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I still had that on,” she muttered. “You’ll get it back today.”
“No hurry. We really got off on the wrong foot last night. Maybe we should start over.”
She made a noncommittal sound. “You haven’t looked at me once. Did I frighten you last night? I’m sorry if I did.”
The man looked even better than his pictures.
Lifting her head, she forced herself to look at his face. Clinically, she ticked his features off one by one. Black hair with the faintest red highlights where the morning sun grazed it. Too long, for her conservative taste, curling towards his collar at the back. Strong chin and cheekbones, firm mouth, curved in what seemed to be a permanent half-smile. Laughter lines around his mouth and eyes. Gritting her teeth, she allowed their gazes to meet. Green eyes. Deep, vibrant green.
Better than the teasing shadow that had haunted her dreams last night.
No wonder that her dreams had revolved around him, she thought, glancing at the soft fabric of his shirt over her breasts. There was something intensely intimate about wearing a man’s shirt to bed.
Mentally she shook herself. Nathan had asked her a question several minutes ago. He might expect an answer.
“You didn’t frighten me,” she told him. “Of course I was scared at first, when I thought someone had broken into the house, but the rest was just embarrassing. I’d just like to forget all about it.”
What was embarrassing was her knowledge of that instant response to him, that pull of attraction towards a man she didn’t know but already disliked.
Nathan chuckled. “It was funny. As I recall, you found it funny too at the time. You almost fell off the roof laughing.” He extended a hand towards her. “Let’s start over. Hello, Erin. I’m Nathan. Nice to meet you.”
Charm on, full impulse, she thought sourly, looking into smiling green eyes filled with confidence and self-assurance. Well, it’s not going to work with me, buddy. I’m not one of your babes. I won’t succumb to that charm of yours again.
Reluctantly she shook his hand, feeling its warmth shoot up her arm with the speed of light. Irritated, she concentrated on her breakfast, answering his few attempts at conversation with one-syllable words. There was no reason to engage in small talk with him. Perhaps she was being rude, but better that than to embarrass herself again.
She put her cup down after finishing the last dregs of coffee and glanced up at the kitchen clock. It was almost eleven. Nathan had stayed almost double the allotted six hours. He would probably leave right after breakfast.
Perhaps she could manage to be civil just for another hour. For Sally’s sake.
Determined to do her best, she straightened up from her slouch and offered him more coffee. With a slight look of surprise, he accepted.
“Sally said you wouldn’t be staying long.”
Nathan took a sip of his coffee, then ran a hand through his hair. “Actually, I will be staying a while.”
“Oh,” she muttered. There must have been a change of plan. She might have to put up with him a bit longer. Without thinking, she sighed.
Nathan raised an eyebrow, the half-smile turning sardonic. “No need to sound as if your world is collapsing. There is room enough in this house for the two of us.”
“Are there no hot opportunities or babes awaiting you?”
He stared at her until she began squirming in her seat.
“You really dislike me, don’t you?” he asked at last. Erin thought his voice reflected boredom more than anything else. She bit her tongue to hold back the angry words, but they fought their way out anyway.
“I love Sally. She is my friend and my brother’s wife. I dislike it when people hurt her.”
Something flickered in his eyes. It could have been guilt or remorse, but she was more inclined to interpret it as irritation or even amusement.
“Has my sister said that I hurt her?”
“She doesn’t need to,” she snapped back. “It is obvious in her face every time she hopes that you will deign to come home and you don’t.”
“I see.”
“What kind of a man misses his own father’s funeral, for God’s sake?”
The outrage in her voice didn’t seem to affect him in the least. He sipped his coffee calmly and did not flinch from her incensed gaze. “I don’t know, Erin. What kind of a man does that and then comes home sporting perverted rabbits on his socks?”
Erin shook her head in disbelief. “Life is just one big joke to you, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely. An attitude I can heartily recommend. It’s the only way to keep your sanity in this world.” He gave her a small smile. “You’ve made your point. I’m an unfeeling bastard. Fine. Can we now agree to a truce while we’re sharing this house?”
“Just how long will you be staying, then?”
“A while.”
“How long is a ‘while’?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll be here at least until after Christmas.” Erin’s refilled cup almost didn’t survive the trip to the table, spilling precious drops on the white surface.
“After Christmas?”
“Yep.” He seemed unfazed by her obvious consternation, calmly mopping up the spilled coffee with a paper towel.
She groaned and hid her face in her hands. This was a disaster. She had been counting on having this time alone, to think things through and to make plans for the baby. She had taken time off this week, just for that purpose.
“I take it that’s a problem for you?”
“Sally said you would only stay the night,” she moaned. “If I’d known you were staying, I could have made other arrangements. I wouldn’t have sublet my apartment.”
The telephone on the wall rang and Erin answered it morosely, thinking that if he were a gentleman he would offer to move out and check into a hotel. After all, it was only a month until Thomas and Sally returned.
