She glanced at him as though she hardly knew him.
"You can spend the night, if you like. But you'll have to leave first thing in the morning."
He watched, speechless, as she took the last few measured steps to her bedroom.
"Good night," she said primly. "I'm sorry I've caused you all this bother. I'll have a check ready before you go."
Her glance was cool, distant.
"Good night," she said again, and disappeared, closing the door firmly behind her.
Ross watched, stunned. When she decided to turn into the ice maiden, she did a damn good job of it. He didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh out loud. He looked at the two empty wineglasses sitting on the coffee table. How could something so good have slipped out of his grasp so quickly? He shook his head and strode to the spare bedroom, glad to see he did have a bathroom of his own there. He was going to need a cold shower, and need it fast.