and gardenias.”
“That’s what’s there.”
As they walked up the beautiful oak stairs, the scent of lemon oil permeated the space. Ben asked, “What’s your favorite flower?”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m partial to roses, especially pale pink ones.”
“You wear the scent of roses.” He reached the landing a step behind her.
“You noticed!”
Beside her now on the second floor, he gazed into her eyes and admitted, “I noticed a lot about you, Sierra. That’s how we ended up in bed together.”
Her cheeks began to burn. Apparently Ben said exactly what was on his mind. She turned toward the second door on the right.
After she stepped over the threshold into the guest room, she appreciated the white iron bedstead, carved oak furniture, beautiful lace curtains and colorful rugs on the floor.
Ben lifted the dress. “Where do you want this?”
She took it from him, opened the closet and hung it inside. “I might have to touch it up with an iron.”
He carried her duffel bag to the bed and set it on the mattress. His gaze lingered on the bed and hers did, too.
They looked up at the same time and their eyes locked.
As if she’d stepped into a time machine, Sierra was tossed back seven weeks. The room was Ben’s room at the inn, the bed was Ben’s bed. They’d sat on the edge of it, talking, and then the talking had turned into kissing.
They’d undressed each other hungrily. They’d come together so passionately, thought had fled. Good sense had gotten buried and only desire had mattered. Although they’d been eager, Ben hadn’t rushed with her. He’d made sure she was as hot and needy as he was. And when he’d entered her, he’d blotted out the rest of the world.
But then she’d awakened, knowing he’d have regrets and so would she. So she’d left.
Not removing his gaze from hers, Ben approached her slowly.
Her mouth suddenly seemed very dry.
“When you left in the middle of the night, you knew we’d see each other again today.”
“Yes, I did.”
“How were you going to play that? How were you going to act?”
“If you hadn’t contacted me, I would have pretended that night never happened. How about you?”
“I don’t think I could have pretended it never happened. I would have asked you why you didn’t stay.”
“It was a mistake.”
“You decided that for me, too?” There was a hard edge to his voice, as if he didn’t like that idea at all.
“If it hadn’t been a mistake, you would have called.”
“Women,” Ben said, shaking his head. “You left, but I was supposed to call?”
“It really doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”
“I think maybe it does. I want to know the real reason why you left. The truth, Sierra. Not just something you think I might want to hear.”
Could she tell him the truth? His turbulent gray eyes told her that she’d better or he’d never believe another thing she said. She swallowed hard. “You scared me.”
That completely shocked him. “Did I hurt you in some way?”
“No,” she quickly replied. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I guess I said that wrong. You didn’t scare me. Your intensity scared me because I responded to it. I…that was the first time for me in a long time. I didn’t think I was ready. I didn’t think I could—I’m not putting this very well. It was just very unnerving for me. I didn’t know how to deal with it so I left.”
His gray gaze was penetrating, as if he wanted to turn her inside out…see to the very bottom of her soul. Finally he admitted, “I don’t trust easily, Sierra. I’m still not sure why you came to me about the pregnancy. I’m still not sure what you want.”
She was afraid to admit what she wanted. She was afraid to admit that making love with Ben Barclay had wiped away everything that had gone before, had made her lose herself, had encouraged her to dream again.
Although she wanted to turn away, lessen the strong vibrations that shook her when she was around him, she looked right into his eyes. “I meant it when I said I don’t want anything from you. I told you because you had a right to know. What you want to do about it is your choice. If you want to walk away after today, that’s fine. I’ll raise this baby on my own.”
“That’s not going to happen,” he assured her. “Once I know this baby’s mine, I intend to be a full-fledged father.”
“You still don’t believe me?”
When he didn’t reply, she knew the answer. He’d just told her he didn’t trust easily and that was absolutely the truth.
Reaching out, he grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. “We’ll figure this out, Sierra. It will just take some time.”
Figure out how involved they were going to be in each other’s lives? Figure out if he wanted to be involved in the pregnancy? Figure out if one night could have been filled with more than desire? The reasons why she’d left that night still held. She didn’t know if she was ready for another intimate relationship, especially with a man like Ben, a man dedicated to a career that was all-important to him. She had to remember that before she took another step toward him, before she let him take a step toward her.
She backed away. “I’d better get ready.”
He nodded. “My tuxedo’s still in the car.” He crossed to the door. “I’ll see you at the wedding.”
When Ben closed the door behind him, Sierra sank onto the bed. All she had to do was think about Camille and Miguel and the next few hours would be easy.
If she said that often enough, she might believe it.
Ben shrugged into his tuxedo jacket, then checked his pocket for the wedding ring. He heard the floorboards creak in the room next door. Was Sierra styling her hair? Applying makeup? Slipping into her gown? All too easily he could recall exactly what she’d looked like naked and become aroused by the picture.
Damn! How could she possibly be as innocent as she looked? Was he really supposed to believe she wanted nothing from him?
He thought of his mother leaving his father all those years ago, and his father’s bitterness and unhappiness after she left. His brothers’ sadness. His own feeling that he’d done something wrong to make her leave. Weren’t mothers supposed to love their children no matter what?
He heard the water running in Sierra’s bathroom, then it was quickly shut off.
