And then she came to him.
CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS THE DAY AFTER Thanksgiving, and very early in the morning. Danni buried her head under the pillow, refusing to acknowledge the knocking at her apartment door. “Go away,” she mumbled crankily.
But the knocking wouldn’t stop. Whoever it was demanded an answer. Stumbling out of bed, Danni went to the door and squinted through the peephole. Bryan McKay stood on the other side.
Her pulses surged, as if responding to some magnetic force. For a crazy moment, she considered scurrying back to bed and pulling the covers up over her ears. But she knew she couldn’t hide from Bryan forever. He knew the truth now. Kristine had told him about the subterfuge—how she had duped him into believing the two sisters were one—and that she’d been playing the part of her twin. If he never wanted to forgive either one of them, that was his privilege. If he wanted to berate Danni for having such an uncontrollable twin sister, that was also his privilege. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand on the door knob and began to turn it.
But then her courage failed her. She couldn’t face his disillusionment right now. His disappointment…his anger. And so she did retreat to bed. She did pull the covers over her head. And she hoped with all her heart that Bryan would simply go away.
BRYAN MCKAY STOOD outside the door to Danni’s apartment. He knew she was in there. He’d seen a shadow through the peephole—he’d seen the door knob start to turn. But now all was silence, no answer. Why was she hiding from him?
Okay, so perhaps he knew the answer to that. Last night, his lovemaking with Danni hadn’t gone at all well. She’d been guarded, almost furtive, as if afraid to let any passion show. They’d gone through the motions together…but there’d been little pleasure between them. Afterward she’d left as quickly as possible, hardly saying a word.
So now, understandably, she was embarrassed. She didn’t want to see him—didn’t even want to talk to him. Somehow he had to reassure her that their lovemaking would go much better next time. And he had to convince her there should be a next time.
He knocked again…and again. He waited, knocked some more.
“Danni,” he called out. “I know you’re in there.”
A few more knocks, and a few moments later, the door swung open at last, revealing a rumpled Danni in rumpled pajamas.
“So now you know everything,” she said without ceremony. “And I’m sure you’re here to tell me how disappointed you are. Believe me, I understand.”
“Disappointed,” he echoed. “Perhaps. I know there’s a problem. But I think we can deal with it.”
She stared at him distrustfully. “You’re taking this much better than I thought you would. I thought you’d be so mad you’d never want to see me again.”
“Mad…why would I be mad?” he asked, puzzled.
“Why wouldn’t you be,” she muttered.
Danni was taking it far too seriously. This type of thing happened—the first time you made love to someone could be awkward.
“We just need a little practice,” he told her, smiling.
She frowned. “Practice…?”
Bryan searched for exactly the right words to reassure her. “A person would be a fool,” he said, “to throw away an entire relationship because it got off to a rocky start. And Danni…you should know by now, I’m no fool. Despite what’s happened, I believe there could be something between us. If we get to know each other better…get closer…I think we can work it out.”
She didn’t seem convinced. “Bryan, maybe we can talk about it, but—”
“I didn’t come here to talk,” he said gently. “I don’t think that’s the solution. We should just spend some time together.”
“That’s not the best idea in the world,” she said. “Not after everything—”
“Just spend some time with me,” he said. “We’ll drive somewhere. I’ll wait here while you change…although I do like you in pj’s.”
She drew her eyebrows together. “You make it all sound too easy. But I know you’re angry, no matter what you say.”
If she thought that, she really did feel bad about their lovemaking. “I don’t think anything is going to be easy,” he said. “But let’s try to give things a fresh start, Danni. Let’s give ourselves a chance, at least.”
Her look seemed to waver between hope and sadness. At last, though, she gave a reluctant nod. “You wait…I’ll change.” The door swung shut on him—but, despite Danni’s overreaction to their physical miscue, he felt a hopefulness lighten his mood.
THE RASPBERRY VEST or the tartan blouse…? Uninspired, Danni tossed both across the base of her bed and began rummaging through her closet. But then she happened to glance across at her bureau, and saw the photo there; herself and Kristine, smiling into the camera.
Danni walked over to the bureau and glared at the photograph. He’s trying to act like he’s not angry anymore, Kris, but that’s just not possible. After what we did to him…of course he’s angry. Why did you have to pretend you were me? Why did you try to steal my life?
The picture of her smiling sister gave away no secrets. Danni plunked it facedown, and then she started to get dressed. Yes, she would spend time with Bryan—she owed him that much.
If she was going to pay for what her sister did, she just wanted to get it over with.
“YOU REALLY are beautiful.”
These were the words Bryan uttered as he and Danni walked from her apartment to the elevator. She flushed when she saw the expression in his eyes. She’d finally chosen an outfit that usually gave her confidence: a peach-colored blouse and slim jeans in biscuit brown. She’d also swept her hair into a loose chignon. Unfortunately, they were the only two people in the elevator, so Danni found herself shut in a small, intimate space with Bryan McKay.
“Strange,” he said. “You’re a carpenter at heart. You want to build things. So why do you live in an apartment, instead of your own house? A home you could remodel as much as you wanted.”
He’d had no way of knowing that he was talking about her dreams…her own home where she could tear down walls, replace windows, put on an addition or two. But pursuing her advertising career simply hadn’t left a lot of time for such indulgences.
Her gaze strayed to the Stop button. Maybe being confined to a small space with him wasn’t such a bad idea. They could stay in here until Bryan finally said everything he needed to say. The necessary recriminations…
Bryan, it seemed, had followed the direction of her glance. “My thoughts exactly,” he murmured. “We could settle in here pretty comfortably, don’t you think?”
“No—that’s not what I had in mind…”
He leaned her against the wall of the elevator. Every time he touched her it was like this…the warmth coursing through her, turning so quickly to need. She seemed powerless to resist. And so, with a sigh of surrender, she arched her throat so that he could trail his mouth against her skin.
The only thing that saved her was that he hadn’t pressed the Stop button. The elevator reached the lobby, and the doors glided open. Danni pulled away from Bryan, averted her gaze from the doorman, and hurried outside. Her body still tingled from Bryan’s caresses.
“I thought we were having fun,” he remarked as he caught up to her.
Fun…Danni wouldn’t call it that. Sweet torture, perhaps.
Bryan