Ghost Writer ~ Megan

“I remember that as much as you and I have craved no less from you either.”
That startled Megan. That a stranger had feelings for her was exciting and unnerving. Rarely did a man elicit that response from her. She wanted to ask a million questions. She needed explanations and validation for how she felt. What did Woodrow feel? Was he as mixed up as she was? “Reading another’s mind isn’t polite.” Her eyes were hungry to take in every aspect of him from the tip of his sandy blond had down the fine cut of his old fashioned suit to the strong thighs she longed to touch. Megan once more played with her piercing as her mind flashed back to a time of naked limbs and hot bodies straining to get closer.
He smiled. “But when you know someone so well it’s instinctual.”
Yes. It was. And that smile. It made her catch her breath in wonder. She wanted to smile in kind but there were so many unanswered questions. “Where have you been?”
“So many places. Fate has a habit of toying with me.”
“Why?” What were they caught up in? Two days ago she was worried about paying the rent. Now she needed to know why she was drawn to him and what he wanted from her.
His gaze was direct. “You know why.”
“You talk in riddles. I met you two days ago. I have no idea how your mind works.”
“Don’t you?”