He wanted her. Just sitting there in front of her quiet, empty house with a basket beside him and her flowers sleeping in the evening sun, he wanted her. For good. It wasn’t a decision he’d made with a snap of his fingers, though she might think so. It was something that had happened to him, and not in a way he entirely liked. The only plans he’d counted on, the only pressure he’d expected, had been career-oriented.
If he’d had his choice, he would have cruised along for another few months, a year. Ten years. Time didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. He’d he’d looked at her, he’d touched her, and the decision had been made for him.
Hadn’t he sat right here not so long before and told her they should get to know each other better? Companions, with no strings. He’d meant it, every bit as honestly as he’d meant it when he’d told her he loved her.
She’d accepted the first – warily, but she had accepted it. The second had been met with pure panic.
— ‘The Name of the Game’, Nora Roberts
I couldn’t help but clutch my bedpillow tighter as I read this while reading myself to sleep. Is there such a man alive? I couldn’t help but wish there is.
Is this the way a man finally knows she’s the one? Hmmm….
Nora Roberts is one of my favorite romance writers of all time.
She always delivers, every time.
