Her instant look of uncertainty made his chest tighten to the point of discomfort. He purposely dropped her wrist and then rose and held out his hand to hers, waiting for her to make the choice of whether to take his hand. He was shocked by his actions. He never allowed others to dictate matters. He never allowed someone else to take the initiative. He was a take-charge man. And yet here he waited for one small woman to trust him enough to decide to take his hand.
But when her silky soft fingers slid trustingly into his, he was suddenly glad he had waited and not taken the choice from her. Somehow it meant so much more that she’d come to him willingly, no longer any hint of apprehension in her eyes.
He guided her into the living room and settled her on the couch. Suddenly remembering the
