"HOW much, Babe?" Jacob asked with his eyes lingeringly looking at her closely. "How much wanting is that?"
"Where is your question bringing us?" Angeline asked instead. She drew a deep breath and inhaled the masculine scent.
Ah. This is a bad morning to yearn for something sensual, she mused. What if the poodles were awake already and barged in?
"I could feel there are too many things running in your head," He slid a finger over her parted mouth. "Let's better put it on the table for discussion but first, tell me if we're on the same page," he said gruffly.
"What page?" She asked in confusion. "Aren't we talking the same thing just now. Aw, forget it. So you want to talk?"
"Yes, if you don't mind. I've been doing some thinking." Those intense gray eyes stared at her.
"About?"
"Us."
"Ugh. Why do I feel like something is coming?"
