Moment of Weakness (Embracing Moments Book 1) by Katie Fox Page B

his pockets again. My gaze trailed him as he walked toward me. He sat down in the seat beside me.
    “You know . . . that’s the third time you asked me that today. I’m starting to think you may believe me to be some kind of mental case.”
    He smirked. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind a time or two.” My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. A heavy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. “Relax, I’m just kidding.” I closed my mouth and looked back at the door. Theo was taking a long time.
    “Most people would be thrilled to be sitting in here. But you’re sitting in here on the edge of hyperventilating. Why?”
    I stood up and walked to the center of the room. “I don’t need all this.” I waved my hands around in the air, motioning toward the different showcases. “Despite what you may think, I couldn’t care less about who’s driving around in the more expensive car or whether I should buy a Louis or Prada.”
    Roman’s jaw hardened as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m not going to pretend I know what the hell a Louis or Prada is, but it amazes me how you constantly assume you know what I’m thinking.” His harsh tone caused me to flinch. “When have I ever given you the impression that I—”
    The next moment, the door opened, and Roman immediately stopped talking. Theo and the older gentlemen stepped back into the room, and my gaze shifted to them. “Miss Parker, your driver, Theo, has informed me of what you had in mind. If you would please follow me, we will look at some options.” Standing, I glanced over at Roman, who was scowling, and then walked out the door.
    With all the paperwork signed and the keys in my hand, I was the official owner of a brand new GT convertible. The creamy leather interior was a beautiful contrast to the dark red of the paint, and it even had a back seat, which made me grin. Convertible, classy, and roomy. Theo nailed it. Thanking him for bringing me out, I kissed him on the cheek. He reciprocated with a hug and told me he’d see me at home later. Walking around, I snapped a few pictures of my new car and sent them to my father.
    Roman stood off to the side, giving me plenty of space for my mini photography session. A slight pang of guilt hit my chest as I looked over at him.
    “All done,” I said, placing my phone in my purse. He nodded and walked over to the passenger side door. Opening the car door, I slid into the driver’s seat. The top was already down, and the soft warmness of the leather seats felt good against my tense muscles. The new leather smell invaded my nose as I adjusted my seat and mirrors. Roman was sitting in the passenger seat, looking a little too tall for the car, but I just couldn’t get over how good he looked sitting beside me. God, it was wrong to think that—to look at him and wonder what it would feel like to have his lips move against mine and his fingers caress every part of me. His slight touch this morning had left me wanting more.
    No, Julia. Just, no.
    Gripping the steering wheel, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the expressway. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out, keeping my eyes focused on the road. “You’re right. I need to stop thinking you always assume the worst of me, but we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot.”
    “And I tried apologizing for that!” His tone was deep, angry. And he had every right to be. “I know I was a dick, but . . .” He shook his head in an exhausted manner. “You know what, just forget it.”
    Roman didn’t bother looking at me, and the only thing to break the uncomfortable silence passing between us was the ringing of his phone.
    “Hayes,” he said, answering it. “Everything will work out. I just need more time.” He paused and looked over at me. His eyebrows pinched together and his shoulder muscles tensed. And just when I thought his voice couldn’t get any deeper, it had. “No. That’s not an issue. Tell him it will be