“This is what you want?” I finally asked.
He didn’t reply right away. Instead he stared at me intensely. My heart picked up its pace and I realized it always would around Woods. He somehow connected with it and I couldn’t stop that. I had tried.
“No, and yes. I want what I’ve grown up knowing would be mine. I want to take my rightful place in my family’s business. I’ve worked hard for this. But… I don’t want Angelina.”
His eyes said more than they should. I dropped my gaze and stared at my hands resting in my lap. I had a decision to make. I could continue to push Woods away or I could forgive him. I could be his friend. Nothing more. He’d given me a job when I needed one. I would leave soon. The day would come when I left anyway. Until then, maybe I could share memories and moments with Woods. We could find the happiness in life together. New experiences. His last taste of freedom and my first taste.
Lifting my eyes, I met his steady gaze. He was waiting on something from me. “Can we be friends? Even after everything else? We could just start over,” I suggested.
The muscles in Woods neck moved as he swallowed. I wondered if I’d read him wrong. If he had just been needing closure and nothing more. But his eyes said something different. “I’d like that.”
Smiling I reached out my hand toward him. “Hello, I’m Della Sloane.”
A crooked grin touched Woods’ perfect face and he slipped his hand into mine. “Woods Kerrington. It’s nice to meet you Della.”
His warm touch caused me to shiver and I pulled my hand away and stood up. “I’m going to get a drink. Save me a dance tonight.”
He nodded. “Without a doubt.”