An easy mistake "You"d better go inside," he said. She glanced around, fumbling with her night dress nervously, but she made no move to follow his suggestion. "I"m wide awake. Maybe we could talk some more." "Talk about what"" Her gaze wouldn"t meet his. "Mistakes," she answered, chewing her bottom lip in a manner he"d come to recognize. She was wrestling with something, but whatever it was, his own struggle was worse. The longer she stood before him, the harder it was to refrain from touching her. "You want to talk about mistakes?" he asked. "How about the one you"re making right now?" She lifted her gaze abruptly. "What mistake"" she whispered, and her lips looked so petal soft, so tempting, he had to turn away from her. "I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you," he answered bluntly. "And if you don"t go, I am going to, whether you ask me to or not."