After Midnight. Katherine Garbera

only way you’ll let me see you again.”

      He was right, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. “We’re on a committee together, Carter. We will have to see each other again.”

      He took a sip of his hot chocolate. “I expected better—more from you than this.”

      She held the same high expectation for herself. “I’m sorry. I think the combo of too much to drink, a very sexy encounter and confusion left over from last night are making this morning difficult.”

      “You think too much,” he said softly. “I’ve had more mornings-after than you. Take it from me, you have to just shake it off.”

      She didn’t want to shake it off. A part of her wanted to be the woman she’d been last night. That bold, self-assured, confident woman she’d been with Carter, the woman who’d believed in herself. Surely that hadn’t just been the champagne talking. The seeds of that woman had to be inside her.

      She just had to figure out how to sow them.

      Carter was offering her something by saying he wanted to see her ski again. He’d always been that devilish rogue who could needle her into doing things she’d otherwise pass on.