Chapter Fifteen
Trace could lose himself forever in her beautiful brown eyes. The way she stared at him now with that same hopeful, hungry, fearful expression from earlier went right to his soul. The scared kitten was taking a chance on trusting him, and by god, he wouldn't let her down. Not if he could help it. When are you going to tell her the truth? He could just hear Portia's inevitable question. There was time yet. One step at a time. Once she fully trusted him, she'd understand why he had to keep his identity secret.
He kissed her again, because how could he resist the pull of her? After thoroughly exploring her mouth he eased back, giving her hand a tug and leading her to the table where he pulled out a chair. "Sit." He pulled back another. "Feet."
"Ooh, so caveman of you," she
