Fortune's Woman / A Fortune Wedding: Fortune's Woman

An awkward silence seethed around them, replacing the seductive attraction with something taut and clumsy. She struggled for something to say but couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound silly and girlish.

Ross was the first one to break the silence. “I swear, that wasn’t on the agenda for the evening,” he finally said.

His hair was a little tousled from her fingers and he looked rumpled and rough around the edges and rather dismayed at their kiss.

She found the entire package absolutely irresistible.

“I believe you.”

“I’m not…I didn’t intend—”

He raked a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. A muscle worked in his jaw and he seemed so uncomfortable that she finally took pity on him.