Love Me by Bella Andre Page A

just what he'd always done. What he was stil doing.
    “Stil , there's a difference between a sister and a mother. I'm sorry, Janica.”
    “Don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine.”
    “Are you?”
    Her fork stil ed halfway to her mouth. It started shaking in her hand and she dropped it to the plate in obvious frustration.
    “Fuck. What is it about you that has me wanting to spil al my secrets?”
    He didn't know. But he did know that he wanted to be there for her. For now, at least, while they were spending time together. Later...wel , he wasn't going to think about later, didn't want to have to face the aftermath of being so close to Janica. And then not having her in his life anymore.
    “Tel me, Janica.”
    He realized that he hated to see her close herself off to him. That he much preferred the way she looked when she was in his arms and she was total y open, total y pure in her confession of love. Whether or not he believed that her loving him was even possible. Needing to let her know she could trust him with the pain she felt over losing her paretns at such a young age, he said, “I want to listen to you.”
    She stared at him in silence for long enough that he found himself fighting the urge to fidget on the bar stool.
    Final y, he saw her come to a decision. To trust him.
    “Even when I was a little girl I knew how strong I was. That I'd always figure out a way to take care of myself, no matter what happened. Lily was the emotional one. The soft one. Like I said before, I was so glad that she had you to protect her when we were growing up.” She paused, took a deep breath. A breath that shook a little bit and shifted something inside of his chest, broke something down, a wal he'd built around his heart so long ago. “But the thing is, sometimes my whole tough girl act gets a little old, even for me. Especial y when it's what everyone expects from me, al the time.”
    He should have been amazed to find out that she wasn't nearly as strong as she seemed. But, then, hadn't he already seen it for himself? When he was making love to her and tears were fal ing from her eyelashes as she confessed her love, wasn't she just as vulnerable as anyone else?
    His voice gentle, he said, “It shouldn't matter what other people expect from you. You should be able to just be yourself.”
    She looked out the window at the water, frowning. “I don't know who else I can be.” She turned and gave him a crooked grin that didn't quite reach her eyes.
    “Take you, for instance. You've always thought I was a total brat.”
    At this point, he knew better than to try and deny it. She'd know he was lying. And the one thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want to ever lie to her.
    “You're right. I did. But that didn't mean I wasn't impressed by you at the same time.”
    Guilt had already kicked in big time at the way he'd treated her since last night. Before that even. And now that she was being so honest with him, he felt more contrite than ever.
    “I don't want to hurt you, Janica.”
    She blinked at his abrupt statement, her mouth opening slightly, her tongue flicking out in a surprisingly nervous gesture.
    “Trust me, I'l tel you if you get too rough.” She smiled that sexy smile that sent blood rushing to his groin. “You haven't even gotten close yet.”
    But he wasn't talking physical. God, he hated having to lay it out like this, but there was no other way. Not if it meant lying to her. Not if it meant making her promises that he couldn't possibly keep.
    “Your coming here means more to me than I can say, Janica. But it won't work.”
    She cocked her head to the side, acting like she didn't know exactly what he was saying.
    “It?”
    Fuck. She was forcing him to be as brutal y honest as she'd been.
    “Us. You and me.”
    She licked her lips again, dropped her eyes to his mouth. “Seems to me we work together pretty damn wel .”
    Despite the heavy nature of their conversation, his cock instantly responded to her words,