Rayne's lavender suitcase lay at the foot of the bed, packed and ready to be carried. From the white sofa in the sitting room, she idly petted Eric's head while she stared at that piece of luggage and nervously tried to recapture the emotions she'd had last night, emotions that had made it seem completely appropriate and perfectly right for her to agree to spend the night with Liam.
This morning, what she was planning to do seemed a little insane and completely stupid.
She thought about how overjoyed she had felt last night when Liam walked up behind her in the garden and held her waist while he answered all of her questions.
In retrospect, she had apparently become totally smitten with a man merely because he'd been reluctantly willing to mention a few things about his personal life and to reveal the languages he spoke. That made no sense at all.
