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re-tucking, I got myself presentable as the elevator slowed to its scheduled stop.
As the doors opened, five people were standing there, tapping their feet and grumbling as the two of us
stepped off. Jack didn t say a word as we worked our way through the crowd and out into the lobby.
Not even an utterance until we reached the parking lot. Myself, I was still a bit dazed from the kiss,
although I did my best to hide it from him. Part of me wanted to smack him for taking indecent liberties
with me on the elevator.
Then, of course, there s the practical side of me who just laughed, because God knows you can t rape
the willing. And oh how willing I had been. My pants would have dropped for him in an instant if we d
had more time.
They d drop for him right now if he would show any interest.
Jack Edwards was the image of cool, calm and collected.
Butthead.
He didn t even look a bit rattled from the make-out session in the elevator. My reflection in the lobby
windows had shown flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
Had he been kissing me that hard? I thought that only happened in romance novels. I couldn t help
myself, and I ran my tongue over slightly swollen lips. It was so cool. I had Angelina Jolie lips.  Course,
they wouldn t last, but for the moment, they rocked.
 Still think I am kidding around? he finally said as we exited the building into the bright afternoon
sunlight.
 Well, if not, you need an Oscar. I think I may have to get a shower when I get home.
 A cold one sounds good.
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This conversation is not helping me.
If he needed a cold shower, and I needed a shower& we could always kill two birds with one stone. A
big cheesy grin formed on my face, and I couldn t repress it.
Jack glanced at me, and he grinned some kind of male grin that had to be the outward sign of a swelling
ego, and I had to blush a bit.
 Thinking about showers?
I like the idea of you half-naked, my brain screamed.  Well, I muttered, the cheesy grin sticking on
my face.
 I m thinking about showers. His voice was thick and heavy.
I bit my lip. My rational brain screamed for me to stop this crazy onslaught of thought, but I couldn t
dare.
Wet Jack.
Wet Jack in my shower.
Wet Jack in my shower with me.
 Lynn, he asked as we reached my car.
 Uh, yeah? I reached up and touched my mouth to make sure there wasn t any drool on it.
 I ll meet you at your house.
I blinked.  What? I mean, I knew we had played that off, and seriously, we d played that really well for
Tina, but what s he coming to my house for?
 Dinner? At Kobe s?
I blinked and looked around the parking lot, half-expecting to see Tina walking up, but I didn t see her
anywhere.  Uh, charade is over.
 I never said I wasn t taking you out to dinner, Jack said.
 Well, uh, okay, then. I blinked at him. I couldn t quite register that he was going to take me out.  But
we don t have to do Kobe s. We can go anywhere, really. Though part of me did want to argue about
this, it was overruled by the Bella-like voice in my head that was screamingLet him take you out!
 You don t like Kobe s? He stepped a bit closer to me in the parking lot. He almost had me pinned
against my car, and that dark look was in his eyes again.
I shrugged.  It s okay. I didn t want to tell him that it was far too expensive for him to take me out to
dinner. I mean, average dinner for two there was damn near a hundred dollars, with alcohol. That was a
bit more than what I wanted to spend out for dinner.
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But he s paying!screamed that voice again. I wanted to strangle that voice.
Jack reached over and pushed a random hair out of my face.  And where would you rather go? His
hand slid down the side of my face and rested on my shoulder.
I seemed to be developing an indifference twitch, because I shrugged again.  Chili s is good. I tried to
think of someplace that wasn t so expensive.  Course, Jack s hand on my shoulder wasn t helping things.
The skin he d touched before, just brushing that hair out of my face, felt singed.
I seriously needed a drink. And a relaxed place to go.
 Chili s? Jack s thumb stroked that spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I felt a surge of heat run
through my body.
What was the question?
Oh, right. Chili s.
Chili s was sounding more and more appealing. Their onion blossom thingies are to die for, in fact, one
of those and a frozen margarita sounded divine.
 Can we get the onion blossom thingy and a margarita? I asked, astonished at how juvenile I sounded
saying that aloud.
Jack grinned, his hand gently stroking my neck.  As you wish.
I m a geek. I like the Kansas sky. Tonight s sky showed a strong storm front coming in, something that
brought a smile to my face. There s nothing like a thunderstorm in the spring.  Course, there s always the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]