Page 42 of Risky Obsession

He folded his arms across his chest, making his muscles ripple in the process.

“Kane! Will you put a shirt on?”

Grinning, he pulled a T-shirt from his duffle bag. “What do you think about spending another night here?”

“What? Why?” I tried to keep the surprise out of my voice.

“A few reasons.” He tugged on the shirt, thankfully hiding his bodyfrom me. “If the antique fair is as big as some of the ones I’ve been to in Europe, then we’ll need all day, possibly all weekend. We can leave our stuff here, and not have to worry about checking into a new place tonight. If there is another place to choose from tonight.”

“Hmmm.” I swept my gaze to the bed.

“Don’t worry.” He raised his hands. “I promise not to touch you.”

I couldn’t stop the smile sweeping across my lips.

“Unless you want me to?” He wriggled his brows.

I folded my arms and faced him. “Just so you know, that doesn’t work for me.”

“What?”

I flicked my hand at him. “Your direct approach and cockiness with your body.”

I tried to keep my expression a mask of indifference.

“Huh.” He lifted his duffle from the floor and plonked it onto the bed.

“Huh, what?” I snatched my phone from the side table and strode to the chair which had my bag hooked to the back of it.

Kane chuckled a low rumble that suited him. “Okay. You’re the boss. No touchy, no flirty, no pointed comments.”

His tone was teasing, and his eyes held a glint of mischief.

I straightened my back and gave him a serious look. “Good.”

“But where’s the fun in that? I thought you’d appreciate the direct approach. But duly noted. From now on, it’s all cryptic comments and innuendoes from me.”

Rolling my eyes, I zipped up my jacket and pulled my bag across my chest. “Let’s go. I need coffee.”

Kane slipped on a well-worn leather jacket that looked like it was made for a movie star and his damn clothing added another distraction. He was becoming more interesting by the hour.

After we committed to another night with the elderly man at reception, we stepped out of the inn into the frigid morning air, and hunching my shoulders against the cold, I raced to our car. “I’ll drive,” I said as I aimed for the driver’s side door. That was one way to keep my attention off him. I climbed in and shoved the key into the ignition.

“Fine with me,” he said as he slipped into the passenger seat. “Gives me a chance to check out my spectacular scenery.”

He smiled at me like a Hollywood superstar posing for a photographer.

I refrained from commenting as I yanked on my seatbelt and silently winced at the pain in my ribs which I’d forgotten all about. As I pulled onto the main road, my thoughts drifted to my previous boyfriend, a dangerous criminal who had left me with scars both visible and invisible. Kane was everything Axel wasn’t—charming, witty, and, most importantly, not a threat to my life.

And yet Aria had warned me to be careful around him.

The weight of Aria’s warning pressed heavily upon me as I drove down the main street and headed out of town with Kane giving directions to the ancient German town where the antique fair awaited. The morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden glow that glistened on the damp cobblestone streets.

Kane checked his fancy watch. “We’re going to be way too early for the fair, but we can either find somewhere for coffee along the way, or park the car near the antique fair and walk to a coffee shop?”

“I vote for option B,” I said. “Tell me which way to go.”

“Roger that.”