CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Would you like something to drink?” As she stood in the doorway to her kitchen, Dani wrung her hands. “Eat?”
Bryce wanted to put her at ease, not make her wait on him. She’d been quiet on the drive home. “No, thanks.”
She rubbed the back of her neck.
Her nervousness disturbed him, especially after the great time they’d had at the stable.
He understood, though. They were alone in her studio apartment after some hot kisses, and he was on edge himself. A little conversation might help.
“Nice place.” Bryce noticed the sofa that probably doubled as her bed. He looked away. “Comfortable.”
“Thanks.” Her voice sounded shaky. “It’s small, but it works.”
A photograph of her riding a large black horse caught his attention. Even in the still frame, the fluidity of her body as s
