A Love Beyond Words. Sherryl Woods

tonight,” he contradicted. “I promised the doctor you’d stay off that ankle as much as possible for the next couple of days.”

      Her gaze clashed with his. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

      “Oh, I think I could find some way to keep you in bed if I absolutely had to,” he said.

      His eyes smoldered in a way that made Allie swallow hard and look away. Surely he didn’t mean…She met his gaze again. Oh, but he did. She could recognize the desire even without hearing the likely sensual undertone of his voice.

      “About that tour,” she said, all too aware that her voice probably sounded breathless.

      He grinned. “Right this way.”

      From the moment they stepped into his living room, she knew that Ricky—and no one else—was responsible for the decor. The overstuffed sofa looked comfortable and very masculine. The leather recliner that faced the television sat next to a small table that was littered with newspapers.