Actually, she had serious doubts on the happiness aspect. She had serious doubts that Jack was in love.
Not your business.
Jack moved in close, leaned towards her, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. Her heart surged to the left and then to the right, but he merely whispered in her ear.
‘Go and check the corridor.’
His warm breath caressed her ear, making her recall the way he’d used to graze it gently with his teeth...and how it had driven her wild. The breath jammed in her chest. She turned her head a fraction, until their lips were so close their breaths mingled. She ached for him to kiss her. She ached to feel his arms about her, curving her body to his. She ached to move with him in a union that had always brought her bliss.
His lips twisted and a sardonic light burned in the backs of his eyes. ‘Caro, I didn’t come up here to play.’
His warm breath trailing across her lips made her nipples peak before the import of his words hit her. From somewhere she found the strength to step back, humiliation burning her cheeks.
‘You should be so lucky,’ she murmured, going to the door and checking the corridor outside, doing all she could to hide how rubbery her legs had become. ‘All clear,’ she said in a low voice, turning back and closing the door behind her. ‘What did you hear?’
He merely shrugged. ‘It’s better to be safe than sorry.’
She did her best not to notice the breadth of his shoulders in that body-hugging turtleneck or the depth of his chest. ‘Do you also have a balaclava?’
He pulled one from the waistband of his jeans.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if having him here in her bedroom didn’t faze her in the least.
‘Did you get it?’ She kept her voice low, even though Barbara’s room was at the other end of the house and Paul’s was another floor up, and he used the back stairs to get to it anyway. Nobody would be passing her door unless they’d come deliberately looking for her.
‘No.’
‘No?’ She moved in closer to whisper, ‘What do you mean, no?’ She had to move away again fast—his familiar scent was threatening to overwhelm her.
‘If it’d been in that room I would’ve found it.’
She didn’t doubt him—not when he used that tone of voice. Damn! Damn! Damn!
She strode to the window, hands clenched. ‘Where can it be?’
‘Did she have a handbag or a purse with her at dinner?’
Caro swung around. ‘A little clutch purse.’ In hindsight, that had been odd. She hadn’t had any plans to go out this evening, so why bring a purse to dinner in her own house?
‘It’s in there, then.’
‘So...what now? You can’t creep into her room with her in it.’
‘It wouldn’t be ideal,’ he agreed, moving to the window and raising it. In one lithe movement he slid outside.
‘So?’
‘So now I go home and ponder for a while.’
She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. She planted her hands on her hips. ‘Jack, you can use the front door. Everyone else is in bed. No one will see you.’
‘But you’ve made me eager to try out your cat burglar method.’
So he’d heard her conversation with Paul about that...
She leaned out to peer at him. ‘Be careful.’
He moved so quickly that she wouldn’t have been able to retreat even if the gleam in his eyes hadn’t held her captive. His lips brushed her hair, his breath tickling her ear again. She froze, heart pounding, as she waited for him to murmur some final instruction to her.
Instead his teeth grazed her ear, making her gasp and sparking her every nerve ending to life.
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