The Night that Changed Everything by Anne McAllister Page A

she had the sensation of walking on water. She dared not contemplate it too closely. She just needed to keep going. “It was wonderful.”
    Their gazes locked again. Nick’s expression wasn’t remote now. His eyes were intent. Focused on her. The silence went on. And on.
    Until finally Nick said, “I want you.”
    His voice was rough. She heard an edge to it, a desperation almost. And something that sounded like annoyance. Edie wasn’t annoyed. But she was shocked to hear him say the words so bluntly. At the same time, to her own astonishment, elated.
    “Is that a problem?” she asked, keeping her tone light.
    “Isn’t it?” he challenged her, one brow lifting.
    She blinked at the ferocity of his tone. “We’re adults,” she heard herself say mildly.
    “There’s more to it than that.”
    “Yes.” She nodded, unsure where he was going with this.
    “Usually,” he amended.
    Edie shook her head, not following. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “I mean,” he said firmly, “that I don’t want anything more than that.”
    “Than sex?” Edie said, wanting to be clear.
    His jaw tightened and he looked faintly discomfitted by her plain-speaking, but nodded. “Exactly.”
    So much for fairy tales, Edie thought.
    But really, she wasn’t expecting a fairy tale, either. She knew better. So why not be frank? Why not set out parameters?
    If Kyle Robbins had done so years ago, she wouldn’t have been expecting a proposal of marriage when he’d simply wanted to go to bed with her. She wouldn’t have had her hopes raised merely to see them dashed.
    “I don’t do relationships,” Nick continued to spell it out. “One night. That’s it.”
    “Those are the rules?” Edie said, smiling.
    Nick nodded. “Those are the rules.”
    Their gazes met again, clear and unblinking. No starry-eyed foolishness here, Edie thought. No romance. No hearts and flowers. No expectations.
    “Okay,” she said at last, drawing the word out even as she came to terms with the implications.
    Nick’s brow rose a fraction higher. “You’re all right with that?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe her. “You’re sure?”
    “Well, I’m not expecting a proposal of marriage,” Edie said sharply.
    Nick raked a hand through his hair. “Good,” he said with obviousrelief. “Because I’m not making one.” He shuddered and shook his head. “Never again.”
    “One day you might—” Edie began.
    But he cut her off. “No,” he said, absolutely adamant. “I won’t.”
    Edie didn’t think she ought to say she felt sorry for him, but the truth was, she did. She had loved Ben with all her heart and soul. But she would never say she wouldn’t fall in love again, wouldn’t marry again. She’d told Mona she wasn’t interested because she hadn’t been—then.
    It didn’t mean she wouldn’t ever be.
    Good grief, look how suddenly things could change. Two hours ago her hormones had been missing in action. She hadn’t been remotely interested in a man. And now—now she was contemplating going to bed with a man she barely knew. Why? Because she was attracted to him, certainly. But mostly because she didn’t trust herself not to do something even more foolish with a recently divorced, clearly interested Kyle Robbins. One night with Nick was far preferable.
    “So if you’re not interested, I’d completely understand,” Nick was saying.
    “I’m interested,” Edie said. “One night. No relationship. Got it. That’s what I want, too.”
    Nick stared at her long and hard.
    Edie stared back, unblinking.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
The words echoed around her brain. Still he didn’t move.
    “I know what I’m doing,” she assured him, with the slightest hint of irritation. “Do you?”
    Apparently he did. Abruptly Nick closed the space between them and wrapped her in his arms.
    Like when they’d danced, Edie thought for a split second.
    But then as his hard, strong, warm body enveloped her in his embrace,