Impulsive by Helenkay Dimon

away from him, but didn’t really want to touch him right now either. “That’s the big fear here, right? That I’ll wait until your campaign is officially launched and then run to the press and blab or blackmail you or some other awful thing.”
    He had the nerve to look shocked at her suggestion. “I didn’t think—”
    â€œSure you did. A woman hits on you at a wedding, you have sex, and you start worrying. You think maybe you were set up.”
    â€œYou have an active imagination.”
    She laced her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “You worry there are photos somewhere or something equally incriminating.”
    His eyes narrowed. “How long is it going to be before you remember that I approached you at the wedding?”
    â€œThat’s not true.” Since she’d hunted him down, that was absolutely not true.
    â€œYou were taking a break after serving the main course.” He closed the gap between them. Put his mouth against her ear. “I came up to you, put my hand on the wall beside your head, leaned in and asked if you could show me the bathroom.”
    Nope. She wasn’t going to be lured in. Not until they got this topic behind them. She might not have a clean slate on this point, but she was not a pawn to bring him down, either. She’d been told one of his donors wanted to make sure Eric was as clean as he appeared. Wanted to see if the “Deana situation” was going to come back to bite the party in the ass. She could report that answer as no, and she had specifically refused further work when Jimmy came calling.
    The only remaining question was whether she should come clean with Eric now. Let him know someone was checking on him. Let him know the brief role she’d played and why.
    Something inside her deflated. She went back and forth on this subject, internally justifying her snooping as no big deal and not harmful to Eric. But as much as she wanted to spin this into someone else’s deal, the guilt still gnawed at her.
    The only reason she didn’t tell him was that she figured there wasn’t a need because she didn’t matter to him. Because every time she saw him she thought it would be the last. She never expected him to keep coming around…no matter how much she wanted him to.
    She locked all the jumbled feelings inside. Somehow, some way, she’d figure out how to deal with her role and minimize any impact on Eric. But for now, she’d concentrate on him. If this was their last meeting, she’d enjoy it.
    â€œBefore you sauntered over to me—”
    He smiled down at her. “Sauntered?”
    â€œYou did more than walk, buddy.”
    He rested his hands on the small of her back. “Interesting.”
    â€œNot like you had a choice. I was staring you down pretty hard. You came over because I wanted you to come over. You got under my skirt because I invited you.”
    â€œThat’s some big confidence right there.”
    â€œIt’s not ego talking.” She poked his chest. “It’s reality.”
    â€œThen what about the part where I came looking for you after the wedding? Where I found out the company that catered the event and went hunting for a pretty brunette with eyes the color of the sky right after sunrise?”
    The thawing inside her started the second the words left his mouth. “You are smooth.”
    â€œI have my moments.”
    He was a good man, and she was screwing him in more ways than one. But she wasn’t guilty of the sin he wanted to leave at her door and she needed him to know that. “I’m still not talking to anyone about us. You don’t need to worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
    He frowned. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you thinking of yourself as some big secret.”
    â€œIs that why you brought coffee instead of asking me to go out with you? Out in public where someone might actually