Shana. We’ve known each other a short while, and I know for certain that I’m in love with you.”
“And I’m in love with you,” she said, smiling over at him. “But...”
“But what?”
“I guess I’m overprotective of Dad, yet at the same time I want to see him happy. He deserves it.”
“Then let him be happy.”
Jace pulled the car into Shana’s father’s driveway and killed the ignition. He glanced over at her. “He is expecting us, right?”
Shana smiled. “Yes, he’s expecting us, and please relax, Jace. My father is nothing like Samuel Timmons.”
Jace let out a deep breath before smiling over at her. “Hell, I hope not.”
* * *
“Yes, Sedrick?” Shiloh asked, connecting to the incoming call on her phone.
“Everything is all set for Saturday night. I’ve made dinner plans at the Matador.”
“All right.” The Matador was a very nice restaurant in town.
“Wallace wants to come pick you up. Do you have a problem with that?”
Because he’d asked, she figured he thought that she would. “No, I don’t have a problem with it. I’m looking forward to seeing him again.”
“Great! And like I said, Shiloh, he’s a nice guy. He’ll be there to pick you up at seven.”
“Fine. I’ll be ready.”
She hung up the phone thinking that she sounded more excited than she actually felt. Each time she went into her office and saw those darned white roses on her desk she thought about Caden.
Then why did you keep the darned things? You could have trashed them, her mind mocked. No matter how she felt about Caden, there was no way she could have done such a thing for spite. She was more mature than that. In that case, why did you have Tess tell Caden you were busy when he called? You could have at least thanked him for the flowers.
She knew the answer to that one. The last thing she needed was to hear his voice. That deep, rich, sexy sound always did things to her. She recalled teasing him about his voice changing when they were kids. He took all of her jesting in stride. But then, Caden had always been the most easygoing person she knew. At least he was until he got angry, and then he was the one who’d become spiteful, not only sleeping with other women but also refusing to have anything to do with her. And then for him to say all those awful things to her that night and...
She drew in a deep breath when she felt tears fill her eyes. Why couldn’t she just let go of the pain? Wiping the tears from her eyes, she decided to take a shower and get into bed early. More than anything, she needed a good night’s sleep.
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