Lip Lock by Susanna Carr Page A

turned the corner of a nondescript office building and approached a parked DIY moving truck. She stopped and looked around. Kyle ducked behind the corner. When he peeked around, he saw Molly squatting at one of the wheels.
    It looked like she was erasing a yellow-orange mark from the tire with her fingers. She then opened the back of the truck and climbed up. Rolling through the opening, she disappeared and the door rolled down.
    What the hell?
    He looked around, but it was quiet and peaceful in the parking lot. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Other than his suspicious receptionist entering a parked DIY.
    He waited, wondering if someone was going to join her. If she was going to leave. And what was in the truck?
    But nothing happened.
    Kyle approached the truck. He placed his hand on the hood and found it cold. Walking around the side, he didn’t hear anything going on inside the vehicle.
    Okay, this was getting really weird.
    He looked at the back door and noticed she’d left it open an inch. Kyle peeked underneath but didn’t see anything. Not even a movement.
    Okay, enough was enough. Kyle banged on the door. “Hello?”
    No answer.
    He knocked harder. “Hello?” He waited and heard some scurrying. Kyle grabbed the handle and tossed the door open.
    And saw Molly clutching a sweatshirt against her naked body.
     
    “Kyle?” She stared at him as he hoisted himself into her truck. “Get the heck out!”
    “What are you doing here?” His eyes wandered down her body, missing nothing.
    “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She frantically searched for a place to dive and hide. The truck was filled with stuff, but there was no place to squeeze in and disappear.
    He looked around the truck and grabbed hold of the flashlight next to her door. The only source of light, and she had left it upright to cast a glow that would reach most of the dark, shadowy corners. Now he had control of it. Figured.
    “What is all this stuff?” Kyle asked as he closed the door behind him.
    “You need to leave.” She would point her finger at the door, but she was afraid the sweatshirt would slip. “Right now.”
    He ignored her demand and sat down on the orange sofa. “Not until I get some answers.”
    Molly turned around, praying that the cardboard box on the floor was hiding her from the waist down. She had a feeling it didn’t. She tossed on the sweatshirt, giving up on the idea of a bra.
    She grabbed the change of underwear and paused. Molly looked over her shoulder and discovered that he’d directed the flashlight right at her. “Did you follow me?”
    Kyle shrugged. “Yeah, so?”
    “Okay, you have crossed the line.” She hopped into her panties and snatched a pair of jeans from her pile of clean clothes.
    “Oh?” he asked as he stretched one arm along the back of the sofa. “And hiding in my bathroom is model behavior?”
    “That wasn’t intentional.” She dragged the denim up her legs.
    “Doesn’t matter.” He pointed the flashlight from one end of the truck to the other. “Are you a kleptomaniac?”
    Molly scoffed at the idea. “No!”
    He looked at the sofa. “You bought this?”
    She zipped up her jeans. “No.”
    He seemed relieved and continued to direct the light around the small truck. Kyle paused as he spotlighted her work clothes. “Molly, do you live here?”
    “This is my hometown.”
    “The truck, Molly.” He pointed the light directly at her neck. She was sure it was unflattering and gave her a double chin. “Are you living out of this truck?”
    She placed her hands on her hips. “No, of course not.”
    Kyle stared at her and a smile slowly appeared on his face. It would have made him drop-dead gorgeous if it hadn’t been so arrogant.
    “What is so funny?”
    “I got you now.”
    Panic hit her square in the chest. “What?” What did he know? How did he find out?
    “You blinked.”
    Molly stared at him. That was it? She shrugged. “It’s been known to happen.”
    Kyle rested