someday.”
If she had the strength, she’d refute that instantly. There was no way she was ever going to thank him for prodding her along like a recalcitrant heifer.
“You don’t walk for exercise,” he said. “You don’t jog. It’s pretty obvious you don’t do a damned thing. What did you do out there in California?”
“Nothing,” she managed, between gasps. “It was wonderful.”
“Don’t you know you’re heading for fifty kinds of health trouble?”
Apparently divining he wasn’t going to get her back on her feet anytime soon, Garner settled on the clover beside her. He wasn’t even breathing hard, Angie noted, with some resentment.
“Bring it on,” she said. “It can’t be worse than this.”
“That’s what you think. What time do you normally go to bed?”
It was a trick question and Angie knew it. “Midnight.”
“Liar. You don’t get to bed before two or three, do you? I’ve got news for you, Brownwood. Tonight you’re going to bed at nine.”
At the moment, nine o’clock sounded like the perfect bedtime. Angie knew she ought to protest, but she said nothing.
Garner studied her closely. He paid special attention to her heaving chest and her face, which felt so hot, she figured her forehead emitted steam.
“All right, Angie. I don’t want to over-push you. We’ll quit for this afternoon. But tomorrow afternoon, we’ll do five blocks instead of four.”
Angie made a sound like a small, breathy moan. If she could have moved, she might have managed to get herself arrested for attempted homicide.
Garner watched her carefully and finally said, “That’s better. You’re extremely out of shape, but you’ll be surprised at how fast you recover, and how good you’ll feel in a week or two.”
Enough energy had returned so that she could achieve an adequate scowl. “How can I feel good if I’m about to die?”
“You’ll be amazed. Trust me on that.”
The next thing she knew, he took her in his arms, turned her expertly, and stretched out on the grass beside her. Stunned into silence, she made no effort to block him when his lips met hers. He pressed her into the clover, and Angie experienced for the first time a man’s weight and body lying almost on her. It felt incredible.
Her lips had parted to speak and Garner took advantage of that to slip his tongue gently into her mouth. She made a small movement of surprise and lay still. Then, sensation after sensation exploded through her body.
A moment before, she thought she’d been too exhausted to ever move again. She discovered she retained enough strength to throw her arms around Garner’s neck, and that she had enough energy left to pull him tightly against her.
Angie had never dreamed sensations like these existed. She felt hot and tight all over, as if she was expanding inside her skin. She ached in places that had nothing to do with the exercise she’d just done.
She protested when Garner drew back slightly, lifting his lips from hers. She used all her strength to pull him back down again. Perhaps she hadn’t kissed him thoroughly enough. Angie sought to show him she’d been paying close attention by imitating what he’d been doing to her.
So this was what she’d been missing by working day and night at BrownWare. This was what she missed because of attending college at the age of sixteen and spending every available minute in the computer lab or studying in the library.
She had rarely dated in college, and definitely hadn’t had time for men at BrownWare. The one time she’d had dinner with a man, her father had made her life miserable for weeks afterward. He said she was frittering away time needed to perfect BrownWare’s latest software offering.
Well, here was her chance to experience everything she’d missed. Angie threw her entire body and soul into it.
• • •
Garner couldn’t believe it. Seconds before, he’d been in control of the kiss, but now, Angie had turned the tables on him.
If she had the strength, she’d refute that instantly. There was no way she was ever going to thank him for prodding her along like a recalcitrant heifer.
“You don’t walk for exercise,” he said. “You don’t jog. It’s pretty obvious you don’t do a damned thing. What did you do out there in California?”
“Nothing,” she managed, between gasps. “It was wonderful.”
“Don’t you know you’re heading for fifty kinds of health trouble?”
Apparently divining he wasn’t going to get her back on her feet anytime soon, Garner settled on the clover beside her. He wasn’t even breathing hard, Angie noted, with some resentment.
“Bring it on,” she said. “It can’t be worse than this.”
“That’s what you think. What time do you normally go to bed?”
It was a trick question and Angie knew it. “Midnight.”
“Liar. You don’t get to bed before two or three, do you? I’ve got news for you, Brownwood. Tonight you’re going to bed at nine.”
At the moment, nine o’clock sounded like the perfect bedtime. Angie knew she ought to protest, but she said nothing.
Garner studied her closely. He paid special attention to her heaving chest and her face, which felt so hot, she figured her forehead emitted steam.
“All right, Angie. I don’t want to over-push you. We’ll quit for this afternoon. But tomorrow afternoon, we’ll do five blocks instead of four.”
Angie made a sound like a small, breathy moan. If she could have moved, she might have managed to get herself arrested for attempted homicide.
Garner watched her carefully and finally said, “That’s better. You’re extremely out of shape, but you’ll be surprised at how fast you recover, and how good you’ll feel in a week or two.”
Enough energy had returned so that she could achieve an adequate scowl. “How can I feel good if I’m about to die?”
“You’ll be amazed. Trust me on that.”
The next thing she knew, he took her in his arms, turned her expertly, and stretched out on the grass beside her. Stunned into silence, she made no effort to block him when his lips met hers. He pressed her into the clover, and Angie experienced for the first time a man’s weight and body lying almost on her. It felt incredible.
Her lips had parted to speak and Garner took advantage of that to slip his tongue gently into her mouth. She made a small movement of surprise and lay still. Then, sensation after sensation exploded through her body.
A moment before, she thought she’d been too exhausted to ever move again. She discovered she retained enough strength to throw her arms around Garner’s neck, and that she had enough energy left to pull him tightly against her.
Angie had never dreamed sensations like these existed. She felt hot and tight all over, as if she was expanding inside her skin. She ached in places that had nothing to do with the exercise she’d just done.
She protested when Garner drew back slightly, lifting his lips from hers. She used all her strength to pull him back down again. Perhaps she hadn’t kissed him thoroughly enough. Angie sought to show him she’d been paying close attention by imitating what he’d been doing to her.
So this was what she’d been missing by working day and night at BrownWare. This was what she missed because of attending college at the age of sixteen and spending every available minute in the computer lab or studying in the library.
She had rarely dated in college, and definitely hadn’t had time for men at BrownWare. The one time she’d had dinner with a man, her father had made her life miserable for weeks afterward. He said she was frittering away time needed to perfect BrownWare’s latest software offering.
Well, here was her chance to experience everything she’d missed. Angie threw her entire body and soul into it.
• • •
Garner couldn’t believe it. Seconds before, he’d been in control of the kiss, but now, Angie had turned the tables on him.
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