Avery’s POV
The front of his suit lapels brushed against my cleavage, we were that close.
I gulped, and my pulse galloped frantically at the side of my neck.
What sort of atonement would be good enough?
I tried to think back over what Gideon would like, what would please him, but I came up empty. He had thrown away my cake. I had been kidnapped the last time I had tried to plan a nice surprise by picking him strawberries.
Couldn’t he see I had been trying? I frowned in frustration.
“I…” I trailed off as Gideon stared at me expectantly.
“Well? What will you give?” He urged, impatiently. His eyes flickered to my mouth and I thought a whole chain of unsolicited thoughts about what I could give to him.
Damn that dream, and the way it kept rising to the top at the most inconvenien
