“We were wrong about each other. From the very beginning, we were wrong.” The scent of male musk on his skin felt very right. “I thought you hid a ghastly secret. And you thought I was only interested in your money. But we were both wrong. I have no secrets, ghastly or otherwise. And you have no money.”

“Well, very little to call my own.”

“It doesn’t matter.” His crisp chest hair ticked her nose. “What is done is done.”

“Do you mean there is no turning back?”

The dawn light filtered through the sheer curtains. “That is the question, isn’t it? Do we pretend this has all been an erotic dream—that we never met—and go on our separate ways? Or do we make the most of our mistake and fuddle ahead as if this was our intention all along?”

“It was no mistake.”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Not as far as I’m concerned.”

The bitter taste on her tongue turned sweet. “Hmmm…”

“You disagree.”

“I must think on it.” Mourning doves cooed outside the window.

“Think all you want, as long as you decide before leaving this room because, at that point, there is no turning back.”