She must have overestimated the strength of said glare, because his smile widened even more.
“If you’re done mocking me, you may go now.”
“I’m sorry.” He rushed out the door and shut the door firmly behind him. She didn’t need his superhuman powers to hear him sn
ickering on the other side as he walked away. She smiled in amusement at his laughter. On anyone else, it would have come across as cocky. On him, however, it seemed picture-perfect.
Damn him.
***
A few hours and a lot of written pages later, Sabrina sipped her coffee. She’d been productive, sure, but her mind never seemed to stray from Isaac for long.
Well, that hardly counted as top news. He had been a constant in her life since the first dream. Her body quivered as she thought about the kiss they’d shared earlier, the pure intensity of the embrace. Things had never gotten so heated between them as they had today, and Sabrina knew the time had come to take the next step. Though he slept by her side every night, holding her close to his delicious body, they had yet to seal the deal.
But, God, she loved when he kissed her and held her. She loved when he smiled, she loved—him.
Sitting straight, she choked on her coffee. Her hand flew to her throat as she coughed and struggled to breathe, but even while not breathing, she knew it to be true. She’d fallen in love. It didn’t surprise her a lot, really. He was the impeccable man, in almost every way. Hell, in every way. Who was she trying to fool, anyway?
She suspected, as well, that he loved her. And once she got over the shock of the realization, and the ensuing choking, really, it felt quite, well, perfect.
Now, she had only to tell him. Excitement coursed through her as she planned the evening in her head…strapless black dress, candles, red wine, and steak. Add in some red lingerie underneath and satiny-smooth skin would, hopefully, be too much for him to bear. And the coup de grace: telling him of her love.
It would be flawless.
A knock at the door pulled her from her fantasy, and she walked to the foyer in a daydream-filled daze. Isaac wouldn’t knock, so it must be Connor. She yanked the door open, gasping in surprise.
Nope. Definitely not Connor.
Chapter Nine
The shock must have been clearly written on her face, because her sister asked, “Surprised?”
“Uh…yeah. Marie, why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Not that I’m not thrilled or anything, but…wow. Are you alone?” She craned her head to look behind her sister, seeking signs of anyone else.
“Yup, it’s my last getaway before this little guy comes.” She rubbed her rounded stomach fondly as she grinned. Fascinated, Sabrina followed the movement and focused on her sister’s familiar face once more.
“Aww. You look great. Come in,” she invited, and made a sweeping gesture of her hand. Her mind spun in circles, amazed to see her sister in her house.
“I figured you’d be surprised. I just really wanted to see you, and this house of yours. I must admit, it is as gorgeous as you said. Stunning, even.”
“Thanks. Yeah, I love it.”
“It looks so isolated, but I saw a neighbor outside. Where are the other houses?”
Oh, don’t worry, that’s just Connor. He protects me from the evil vampire trying to kill me.
“What did he look like?”
“Black and gorgeous. And unbelievably tall.”
“Sounds like Connor. He is…yeah…he’s a neighbor.” Marie shot her a curious look at the stutter, and Sabrina flinched mentally.
Step up the game, Sabrina. This is Marie, not some stranger who is fooled by a smile.
Deciding to try anyway—what the heck, right?—she smiled. It got her a skeptical look in return.
Crap.