I bit on my lower lip.

This wasn’t right. He had two other beds only steps away, and I was making him sleep uncomfortably in his own home.

And the truth?

I wanted to be in the same bed with him.

Sure, I was frightened beyond everything of having a man that near to me, but my apprehension about this building seemed to supersede that.

Or did it?

I was attracted to Reid. More attracted than I thought I’d ever be to any man. Even though he looked so much like…

Even though he was his son.

What was wrong with me?

Just ask him. Ask him to sleep with you.

I opened my mouth. “Reid…”

“Yeah?” A yawn split his handsome face.

“This isn’t right.”

“It’s fine, Zee. You need rest.”

“So do you.”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t need a lot of sleep, and I’ve pulled more all-nighters than you can imagine.”

“We can both sleep in the bed,” I said.

“Zee, trust me when I tell you that’s a terrible idea.”

“I…trust you.”

“Then trust me when I say again what a terrible idea that is.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, his hair an unruly and gorgeous mess. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m attracted to you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

My heart beat double-time. Sure, he’d kissed me. Wanted to kiss me. But to actually say the words… “Did you think that maybe…?” I hedged.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe I’m attracted to you too?”

He wrinkled his forehead. “Are you?”

“Who wouldn’t be? But…”

“What?”

“You look so much like…him.”

Reid pushed his fingers through his hair, making it even more disheveled and sexy. “I can’t change who fathered me. I can’t change my looks.”

“Why would you? You’re gorgeous.”

“Jesus Christ.” His fingers trailed through his hair once more. “Are you trying to drive me insane? Or does it just come naturally?”

His tone. It wasn’t anger so much as…frustration.

I wasn’t being fair to him at all.

Still…for some reason—even though he looked so much like the man who’d tormented me—I felt safe with him.

Safer than I had in a long time.

I liked the feeling, and I needed it.

“I need to feel safe,” I admitted. “And I feel safe in here. With you.”

He sighed. “Fine. We’ll share the bed.” Then he mumbled something else under his breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I said.

“Nothing.” He curled his hands into fists.

He was so handsome, with his unruly hair, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and—

My eyes widened.

His black trousers were bulging.

Chills erupted over me. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. He’d said he found me attractive. Still…