mother will make you eat and talk your ear off. Plus
it's just better if we're out here anyway."
"Because you don't want me inside your
house?" Where he could survey the lay of the land and one day drag
her off to her bed? Or was it just the thought of him being inside
her home that made her uncomfortable?
"I wouldn't go that far. But it is better if
we're not near a bedroom."
He raised a brow at her comment. "What do you
think I'll do to you with your parents here?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Nothing
you haven't done before."
A slow smile curled along his lips. "Touché.
But don't pretend like you didn't love it."
The pulse at the base of her throat
fluttered, bringing satisfaction where stress had once occupied.
She stared back at him and didn't reply to his comment. Because she
knew she didn't have a leg to stand on. He may have climbed through
her window, but her enthusiasm had matched his.
She cleared her throat. "Did you come here
torture me?"
His smile grew. "No." He flicked the end of
her nose. "That's just an added bonus."
She blinked at him for a second, then rolled
her eyes and turned back toward the house. That spectacular ass of
hers, which was barely covered in those shorts, just about brought
him to his knees. When he realized she meant to leave him standing
outside, he bolted after her.
"Rebecca, wait," he said with a laugh. "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean that."
She stopped directly in front of the door,
where the porch light could pick up the brilliant red in her hair.
The curls were piled on top of her head, with a few wispy tendrils
teasing her neck. It took all his restraint to keep his hands to
himself and not brush the hair away so he could replace them with
his mouth.
"Yes, you did," she accused. "You never say
anything you don't mean."
She's got your number, asshole .
He exhaled a defeated breath. Why did he
bother pretending around her? "Okay, you're right. I did mean it.
But I shouldn't have said it. You're just so damn cute when you get
mad, that I couldn't help myself."
"Is that supposed to flatter me?"
He opened his mouth to answer the question,
when he noticed the flush in her cheeks and the firm set of her
mouth. Only one thing could get Rebecca tense like that. Actually
two things, if he were to count himself.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you
mean?"
"Something's bothering you." He lifted a hand
and rubbed the spot in between her eyes with his thumb. "You get
tense right here." He allowed his hand to linger longer than
necessary, which was a mistake. Her skin was velvety and her warm
breath tickled his hand.
She moved back from him and rubbed the spot
where he'd touched her. "My parents are driving me crazy. They got
hit by termites, and now they have to bunk here for who knows how
long. Plus I've had a stressful few days at work."
"Speaking of work, I came to apologize." When
she raised both her eyebrows in confusion he added, "For barking at
you on Friday."
"You mean that text message wasn't a
heartfelt apology?" she asked around a smile.
He found himself grinning back. "No, it was.
But I still felt guilty."
"It's all right. And I'm sorry for telling
you to go to hell."
"No you're not. You enjoyed that."
She shrugged. "I never said I didn't enjoy
it. I just said I was sorry."
"Apology accepted."
She nodded and he couldn't help but notice
how her gaze kept wandering to his mouth. "Is that all you wanted,
then?"
Honestly? He wanted a hell of a lot more than
a few I'm sorrys. "Actually no." He rubbed a hand over the
back of his neck. Why was this so hard for him to say? "I've been
doing some thinking, and I think there might be something to your
suspicions about Danielle."
Both her brows creased her forehead. "You
mean, like I'm right?"
Oh, she was going to twist the knife good and
deep. Didn't he deserve it though, for all the goading he'd done to
her?
"Yeah, I think you might be right. Even
though I don't want to think
it's just better if we're out here anyway."
"Because you don't want me inside your
house?" Where he could survey the lay of the land and one day drag
her off to her bed? Or was it just the thought of him being inside
her home that made her uncomfortable?
"I wouldn't go that far. But it is better if
we're not near a bedroom."
He raised a brow at her comment. "What do you
think I'll do to you with your parents here?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Nothing
you haven't done before."
A slow smile curled along his lips. "Touché.
But don't pretend like you didn't love it."
The pulse at the base of her throat
fluttered, bringing satisfaction where stress had once occupied.
She stared back at him and didn't reply to his comment. Because she
knew she didn't have a leg to stand on. He may have climbed through
her window, but her enthusiasm had matched his.
She cleared her throat. "Did you come here
torture me?"
His smile grew. "No." He flicked the end of
her nose. "That's just an added bonus."
She blinked at him for a second, then rolled
her eyes and turned back toward the house. That spectacular ass of
hers, which was barely covered in those shorts, just about brought
him to his knees. When he realized she meant to leave him standing
outside, he bolted after her.
"Rebecca, wait," he said with a laugh. "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean that."
She stopped directly in front of the door,
where the porch light could pick up the brilliant red in her hair.
The curls were piled on top of her head, with a few wispy tendrils
teasing her neck. It took all his restraint to keep his hands to
himself and not brush the hair away so he could replace them with
his mouth.
"Yes, you did," she accused. "You never say
anything you don't mean."
She's got your number, asshole .
He exhaled a defeated breath. Why did he
bother pretending around her? "Okay, you're right. I did mean it.
But I shouldn't have said it. You're just so damn cute when you get
mad, that I couldn't help myself."
"Is that supposed to flatter me?"
He opened his mouth to answer the question,
when he noticed the flush in her cheeks and the firm set of her
mouth. Only one thing could get Rebecca tense like that. Actually
two things, if he were to count himself.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you
mean?"
"Something's bothering you." He lifted a hand
and rubbed the spot in between her eyes with his thumb. "You get
tense right here." He allowed his hand to linger longer than
necessary, which was a mistake. Her skin was velvety and her warm
breath tickled his hand.
She moved back from him and rubbed the spot
where he'd touched her. "My parents are driving me crazy. They got
hit by termites, and now they have to bunk here for who knows how
long. Plus I've had a stressful few days at work."
"Speaking of work, I came to apologize." When
she raised both her eyebrows in confusion he added, "For barking at
you on Friday."
"You mean that text message wasn't a
heartfelt apology?" she asked around a smile.
He found himself grinning back. "No, it was.
But I still felt guilty."
"It's all right. And I'm sorry for telling
you to go to hell."
"No you're not. You enjoyed that."
She shrugged. "I never said I didn't enjoy
it. I just said I was sorry."
"Apology accepted."
She nodded and he couldn't help but notice
how her gaze kept wandering to his mouth. "Is that all you wanted,
then?"
Honestly? He wanted a hell of a lot more than
a few I'm sorrys. "Actually no." He rubbed a hand over the
back of his neck. Why was this so hard for him to say? "I've been
doing some thinking, and I think there might be something to your
suspicions about Danielle."
Both her brows creased her forehead. "You
mean, like I'm right?"
Oh, she was going to twist the knife good and
deep. Didn't he deserve it though, for all the goading he'd done to
her?
"Yeah, I think you might be right. Even
though I don't want to think
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