“Is that what you really think?” Jonathan said. “Come on, Rose, pretending doesn’t suit you. You and I both know that there’s more to it than that. I want to get to know the real Rose Taylor, and I suspect you’re not immune to me, either.”
She raised her face to look him directly in the eye. “We both know that we can’t have a relationship,” she said flatly.
“Why not?” he asked.
She looked back at him. “You know why not,” she said steadily.
“I’m not sure I do. I promise I’ll be the perfect gentleman. Come on, what do you say?” He dropped his voice. “Have a little fun.”
The thought took her breath away. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t part of her plan. She couldn’t offer him a future…well, neither was he suggesting one.
She held out her hand. He looked at her in surprise before enveloping it in his. His hand was cool in hers, his long fingers those of a surgeon. A thrill ran up her spine. More than anything else in the world she wanted to know what it would feel like to be held in his arms. To have his mouth pressing down on hers. To lose herself in him—even if it was only for a short time.