Her pulse quickened even more and her lips parted as she struggled to breathe. She wanted that now—to be in bed with him.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“What? It’s not your fault,” he said. “It's not your fault that I couldn't stay focused on my job. Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t and I don't regret any moment I spent with you. It was all worth it.”

Bonnie smiled, then for some reason probably just to tease him, she used her hands on his knees to lever herself to her feet. Then she turned to walk away from him, but he stood and reached out.

Catching her wrist, he whirled her...