She caught his scent at the door half a second before he opened it. The smell had sent a thousand memories shooting through her mind, a million sensations. Her eyes had closed languidly, her lips curled into a sensual smile.
Then he opened the door and spoke with that edge in his voice. She opened her eyes to look him over and her smile just defined itself more. He looked good. Better than she remembered. God, she had missed him!
"Hello, Ian." She was trying not to be cocky here, actually making a bit of an effort. She knew that she was the one who had screwed things up, and he had every right to be pissed. The purr in her voice wasn't really her fault after all. "Lost? I'd like to think not anymore."