Second Chance Courtship. Glynna Kaye

hoped not. But as the hostess for his overnight stay, she had to at least offer.

      “No, you’ve been more than generous.” He set the bag on a nearby upholstered chair, the expression in his eyes becoming serious. Searching.

      Oh, no. “Well, I’ll see you later then. Sleep tight.”

      She turned toward the door, but he stepped forward to catch the upper arm of her coat sleeve.

      Not now. I need to apologize. Beg his forgiveness. But not tonight. Not now.

      He tugged on her sleeve and she momentarily closed her eyes, willing her heart to quiet. Even ventured a prayer. Then took a quick breath and faced him again.

      He released her arm but held her gaze. “I know you need to get going, but I’m sorry Meg put you on the spot—offering the apartment without asking you first.”

      “Happy to help out.” Happy? What a liar she was.

      He glanced down at the floor, then back at her as if uncertain how to proceed. “Look, Kara, for whatever reason, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot at Meg’s tonight. Maybe even last night in the parking lot at Kit’s.”

      She clasped her still-gloved hands. “Guess we were both caught off guard.”

      He shifted Missy in his arms and thrust out a hand, his gaze penetrating hers. “What do you say then? Truce?”