Two Sides to Every Story (Love Spectrum Romance) by Dyanne Davis Read Free Book Online Page B

made her feel things that she never had and still she was no closer to having an answer than she was before she slept with him. Yes, he had the power to make her burn, but why? She wanted to know. She also wanted to know why it was that she now felt a bond with Rafe Remeris like none she ever felt with another person in her entire life. Not her parents and not her brother. What did it mean that she felt this connection to a man she hated?
    Angela trembled at the unwanted answer. This had been about sex, nothing more. The sounds of the water stopped, and she heard him at the sink and wondered if he was thinking of using her toothbrush. She’d kill him. Should she offer him one of the new brushes inside her bathroom drawer? She shook herself. Why was she worrying about his comfort?
    Actually, it wasn’t Rafe that worried her. It was the fact that she was worrying about him that worried her. As the door to the bathroom opened, she turned slightly away. Pretending to still be asleep she watched as he put on his briefs, then slid the jeans over his hips. She moaned inwardly at his masculine beauty.
    She wondered if he would now leave without saying a word to her and how she would feel if he did. Still, she did not budge, just remained quiet, waiting to hear the sound of her front door closing before getting out of the bed.
    The sound of the front door closing didn’t come. Instead she heard Raphael moving around in her kitchen, opening things, and after awhile, she smelled the pungent aroma of strong coffee.
    That smell alone pulled her from the bed and into the shower, where she made quick work of washing his scent from her body. She wasn’t going to go all mushy over what had happened.
    As she came into the kitchen, the sight of Raphael cooking was too comfortable, something she’d neither asked for nor wanted. She stood silently in the doorway, watching. He turned and smiled at her and her heart lurched in her chest.
    No , she screamed inwardly. This is only sex, nothing more .
    “Hi.” Raphael held out a cup. “I’m making you breakfast.”
    “You’ve taken more than I offered and made yourself at home. This is not a relationship,” Angela said, not reaching for the cup.
    Raphael’s eyes narrowed and for one moment she saw hurt before it was quickly replaced by anger. He walked toward her, his green gaze holding hers, and she watched as he silently fished his wallet from his pocket and withdrew a twenty.
    “Will this cover it?” Raphael asked.
    “Exactly what are you attempting to pay for?”
    “The things you didn’t offer freely…” He paused. “Your food. Will this cover the eggs and coffee?”
    Angela took the twenty from his outstretched palm, looked at it for a second, folded it and looked back up at him.
    “As long as you clean up your mess.”
    She watched as he shook his head and again extended the cup he’d offered her before. This time she accepted it.
    “What do you think happened last night?” she asked as she looked away.
    She had to know and was hoping he’d have the answer because she sure didn’t. She took a sip of the coffee, glad that he’d moved away. Last night had been crazy. She could forgive herself for her error in judgment. But she couldn’t explain what was going on now. Why her heart was beating so fast. Why the mere presence of Rafe in her kitchen seemed so right. Like he belonged there. She took another sip of the coffee.
    “I think we may have called a truce,” Raphael answered, fingering his mug.
    She looked at him, seeing much more in his eyes than what his words were saying. “What are you expecting from me?” she asked.
    Raphael tilted his head back, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to tell her what he expected or what he wanted. He watched as the ice returned to her eyes. What he really wanted was to have her cold hatred vanish forever. If he never saw iced topaz again in life it would be too soon.
    What he wanted was the eyes that blazed with