As they stood in the elevator waiting for it to reach the 39th floor, Sabrina thought back over the evening and wondered how he’d gotten her talking so easily. She’d shared things with Sean that she’d never shared with anyone, well, anyone not part of the family. She watched him through her lashes and wondered for a moment if he felt the same attraction to her that she felt to him.

Of course not. Why would he? She was overweight and dumpy while he was, well, hawt. From what she could tell from his neat button-down shirt and the way it fit, he was built. Not hours in the gym sculpting himself fit, but muscles from doing a job that wasn’t always easy and doing it for hours on end.

Were his lips as soft as they looked? She had thought about that more than she wanted to realize while he’d been gone that afternoon. Wondered what his hands would feel like sliding along her skin. She hoped he would be determined enough for the kids he seemed to want as much as she did to get them the old-fashioned way, but as long as she got them, she wouldn’t complain if he insisted on using a lab and going through in vitro.

“I’ve enjoyed this evening.” He stood beside her, but leaned close. Closer than he had to, and she wondered why. Her gaze went to his lips and she once more wondered if they were as soft as they looked. She wished he’d kiss her so she could find out.

The elevator doors opened and together they made their way down the hall to their door. It was still early and she wasn’t ready for bed quite yet, plus, she was enjoying talking to him. She kicked off her heels beside the door as she came in, then went to the sofa in the living room and sat down with one leg curled under her. Sean moved around the room, but she didn’t bother to watch him. Was it odd to want to never take her eyes off a man who would be her husband in less than seventy hours? She didn’t know, it was a temptation she’d never felt before.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked from the kitchen.

“No thanks, but water would be nice.”

“Do you not drink?”

“Not right now.” She turned to see him on his way, a bottle of water in each hand.

“Here.” He handed her one bottle and took a seat at the other end of the couch, facing her. “So why no drinking now?”

“I assumed since we both want children, that we would start trying right away. Well,” her face heated, “as soon as we are married. I don’t want to take any risks.”

Sean blinked.

“I like the idea.” He leaned close. “But it’s a little early to be worried about that now, by the time the wedding’s over and it would be a possibility, it would be out of your system.”

“I know. I always over think things. Plan way too far in advance.” She let her head fall until her chin rested on her chest. “I’ve been taking prenatal vitamins for the last month, just so I’d be as ready as possible when the time came, and the agency found me a groom.”

“That’s smart. Way more planning than I had put into it.”

Sabrina twisted the cap off her bottle and took a long drink. “Don’t let my going dry keep you from indulging.”

“No, this is fine. I don’t need it. I just thought you might like to unwind a little.” He took a sip from his own bottle. “I’m just as happy to sit here beside you, though.” He gave her a half smile she didn’t quite know how to interpret. “I wouldn’t mind if you scooted over here a little.”

She looked at him a moment, not sure if he was being serious or not.

“Oh, even better.” He stood and held one hand out. “Come check this out.”

Sabrina hesitated then laid her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet, but didn’t release her hand. Instead he led her a few feet away to the sliding glass door, which he opened then tugged her out on the balcony with him. The cement was surprisingly cool against her bare feet. The breeze made her skirt flutter around her knees and sent a shiver through her.

“Over here.” He led her to the railing where she looked down and nearly gasped.

She knew they were near the top, but it hadn’t seemed like so far when her feet were on the ground. It was beautiful. But the height made her stomach lurch and her head spin. She took a deep breath and tilted her head back as she tried to get her stomach to settle.

“What’s wrong?” Sean’s voice was soft as his hand came to rest on her hip. The heat of his touch distracted her from the thought of how far they would fall if the balcony collapsed right now and she was able to catch her breath.

“It was the height.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you’re afraid of heights.” He took her arm and turned her to face him.

“No, it’s alright. I’m usually not that bad.” She took another deep breath. “I knew we were near the top, I saw the building from outside. It just surprised me how high it seemed from up here.” She turned back to the railing and laid her arms along the top while she looked out at the city. As long as she didn’t look straight down, it didn’t bother her. And now that she knew how high they were it still might not. But she’d rather not risk it right now.

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” She turned to look at him. Had to tip her head back to see his face, as he was almost close enough that their bodies touched with each breath. “But I like that you care.”

“I like you, I wanted to show you the view, not scare the crap out of you.” His lips curved as he gazed down at her.

Once more she found herself staring at his lips. His hand skimmed down her arm while the other smoothed the hair from her face that kept blowing between them.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to kiss you.”

“Actually,” her voice was barely more than a whisper as her heart leapt and she tried to make her mind behave, “I was hoping you might.” She knew it was only seconds, but the time it took for him to close the distance, for his lips to brush ever so softly against hers seemed to take a hundred years.