Moonlight Kiss by Luann McLane Page B

kiss her again. “My truck is parked out in the side lot,” he said.
    “Oh, are you okay to drive? We can walk.”
    “I didn’t even finish my third beer, so I’m fine.”
    “Just making sure.” She nodded and fell in step beside him.
    Reid held the door open for her, and damned if he didn’t have the urge to hold her hand as they walked toward his truck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d longed to hold a girl’s hand. Reid refrained but just barely. Instead he fished inside his pocket for his keys. The lights blinked when he pushed the unlock button.
    “Nice truck.”
    “Thanks.” Reid grinned. She probably didn’t ride in trucks much or maybe at all. “Even though I’ve lived in the city for the past few years I just can’t give up owning a truck. Guess I’ll always be a country boy.”
    “Nothing wrong with that.”
    He opened the door for her. “So, will you always be a city girl?” Reid asked the question lightly, but she didn’t grin.
    She lowered her gaze for a brief moment and then back at him. “I’m not really sure; I only knew that I was in dire need of a change in more ways than one.”
    Reid wasn’t quite sure what to make of her answer, but on the short drive to the high-rise, they laughed about the trivia game and he made an effort not to get personal again.
    “There’s my car.”
    Reid nodded and pulled into the vacant spot next to her Mustang.
    “Thanks for the ride.”
    “Oh no. I’m going to see you safely to your door.”
    “I don’t think there’s much of a crime wave in Cricket Creek.”
    “Indulge me,” Reid responded with a grin.
    To his relief she nodded and he came around to open the door for her. The step down from the truck must have been bigger than she anticipated, and she tumbled forward right into his arms. He caught her around the rib cage and helped her until her feet touched the ground.
    “You’d never know that my middle name was Grace,” she joked, but her cheeks glowed pink, and, damn, but he wanted to kiss her again.
    “You missed the step and the handle. Guess you’re not used to pickup trucks, city girl.” Reid’s hands lingered around her for a moment longer, reluctant to let go, but he did.
    After she retrieved the packet Mia left, she looked at the map and fished out the keys, saying, “Oh, it’s right over there.”
    Reid followed her to the front door. “I guess I don’t have to whip out my gun and search for intruders.”
    “You have a gun?”
    “No, I’m not packing.” At her frown he explained, “Slang for carrying a gun.”
    Addison flipped on the light and chuckled. “Oh, well, I don’t think you have to worry. Thanks again for the ride.”
    Reid nodded, trying to think of another reason to stay, but came up blank. “Well, then, I guess it’s good night.”
    “Good night, Reid. I had fun.”
    “Me too.” He squashed the urge to ask her out, but just barely. “Oh . . .” He reached in his pocket and handed her the dinner voucher and baseball tickets. “You did most of the work. Enjoy.”
    She hesitated, frowned slightly, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a flicker of disappointment. “Um, thanks . . .”
    Reid nodded and then turned and walked away. A moment later he heard the door click shut. He inhaled a deep breath and let it out, reminding himself of the many reasons not to turn back around.

10
    Rumor Has It
    A DDISON TOLD HERSELF NOT TO BE DISAPPOINTED THAT Reid gave her the tickets and voucher instead of suggesting that they go together. “It’s for the best. You’re just getting over another broken engagement,” she sternly reminded herself. “Forget about Reid Greenfield.”
    Impossible.
    “No, it’s not! Watch me.”
    Addison decided that she’d explore the condo. Watch some television. Unpack her things. Call her mother again.
    Cry.
    What?
Why did sudden, unexpected emotion well up in her throat? Maybe because she’d shared a slow dance and a steamy kiss with a guy and he