

.png)

Gamble’s fingers traced soothing patterns on my back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. I wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but that was a bad question to ask any man.
His eyes slid toward me. “I told you a little about my parents yesterday.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“When I said they were neglectful, I wasn’t joking.”
I leaned up to look him in the eyes. “Believe me, I didn’t think you were.”
His hand came up and guided my head back to his shoulder. “That’s good, Victoria.” After a moment, he continued. “I mention it because there was no man in my life to talk to me about women, and damn sure not about love.”
“Okay,” I drawled.
“Don’t know if it’s the extreme nature of the shit swirling around us, or if it’s a little like what your Uncle Mick said, but there’s something… more between us than what I’m used to, Victoria.”
I nodded against his shoulder. “I think I get what you’re saying, but what did you mean by ‘what Uncle Mick said’?”
I felt and heard his chuckle. “Said he argued with your aunt the first time he saw her, didn’t he?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“Well… I don’t think it’s the conventional way to win a woman’s heart, but then again, I’ve never been very conventional.”
I laughed and tried to roll away, but he held me close. From under my lashes, I gazed up at him. “I didn’t think you wanted to win my heart.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Can’t win you if I don’t win your heart too. Can I?”
That took my breath away. “I don’t know,” I whispered.
His eyes softened. “Yeah, you do know.” He leaned down and gave me a lazy, sweet kiss. “Let’s get some sleep.”

