figure it out myself. Besides, I’ve got two chances left to wow you with my insight into you.”
“Bring it.”
“You’re not as quick to anger as you used to be.”
“What makes you say that?”
Funny how she’d snapped that question at him. “You only punched me once when I ambushed you at the Twin Pines.” He smirked. “Before? You’d’ve gotten at least another shot in.”
“That doesn’t count because I was shocked to see you and off my game.”
Dalton lifted an eyebrow.
Rory fidgeted. “I’ll admit I have mellowed some.”
“Got you down cold, don’t I?”
“Don’t get cocky, McKay. You still have one answer to go.”
“You marked an occasion in your life with a tattoo.”
Her mouth fell open. “How did you know that?”
“I didn’t. But I suspected.” Dalton leaned forward. “What is it? A heart? A flower? A butterfly? An Asian symbol?”
“I’m not telling you. And since that is a cosmetic change, it doesn’t count. Try again.”
“I noticed you stopped biting your nails.”
He watched as she automatically curled her fingers into her palms. “You’ve always had ripped cuticles and short nails. Now you don’t.”
The waitress delivered their main course and conversation ceased. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, just contemplative.
They must’ve been hungry because the food disappeared fast.
“Now before you start in on the changes in me, I want you to tell me three things about you that I don’t know. Big. Small. Funny.” He flashed her a grin. “Sexy.”
“Oh, I can do sexy.” She lowered her voice to a throaty purr. “I like to wear matching lingerie. Doesn’t have to be the high-end stuff, but my bra and my panties have to match.” She took a quick look around the restaurant before she started to undo the buttons on her blouse. “Today I wanted to feel feminine so I chose this red number.” Watching his avid eyes, she let her finger trace the satin piping of the bra cup across the mound of her breast.
Dalton made a low sound in the back of his throat.
“In spite of the pretty packaging, this one offers a lot of support. Which makes the girls beg to be noticed.” Rory kept gliding her finger up and down over the swell.
“I’m likin’ this bolder side of you, Rory.” He gazed into her eyes. “Is it just a tease or is it real?”
“What do you mean?”
“What would you do if I sat beside you and ran my tongue along that line? Would you push me away? Or would you arch your back and offer me more?” Dalton leaned forward. “Would you let me slip my hand into your pants so I could see for myself that your panties matched your bra?”
Flustered, Rory buttoned up her blouse. “I’ll save you the trouble. It’s a red thong.”
Not so bold after all, are you, sweetheart? But you wanna be and I can work with that.
They stared at each other, both of them breathing hard. There’d never been this intensity between them before. Not even the times they’d been naked together.
“What are you thinkin’ about, jungle girl?”
“Underwear,” she blurted. “Whether you wear boxers or briefs.”
“Boxers. Tell me something else about you I don’t know.”
She paused. “I teach a yoga class at the community center on Monday nights.”
“Yoga, huh? Did you learn that from your mom?”
Rory rolled her eyes. “She can’t stand still long enough. I enrolled in a class in college, loved it and I’ve been doing it ever since. Got my teacher’s certificate just for fun. There weren’t any classes available here so I started one.”
“So technically you’re not down to one job if you’re still teaching yoga.”
“Teaching yoga isn’t a job. It saves my sanity.”
“Anyone can come to your class?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Dalton shrugged. “Never tried it. Might be interesting.”
“Challenging,” she corrected.
He shoved his plate aside. “Tell me something you haven’t told anyone.”
“Why are we still playing twenty
“Bring it.”
“You’re not as quick to anger as you used to be.”
“What makes you say that?”
Funny how she’d snapped that question at him. “You only punched me once when I ambushed you at the Twin Pines.” He smirked. “Before? You’d’ve gotten at least another shot in.”
“That doesn’t count because I was shocked to see you and off my game.”
Dalton lifted an eyebrow.
Rory fidgeted. “I’ll admit I have mellowed some.”
“Got you down cold, don’t I?”
“Don’t get cocky, McKay. You still have one answer to go.”
“You marked an occasion in your life with a tattoo.”
Her mouth fell open. “How did you know that?”
“I didn’t. But I suspected.” Dalton leaned forward. “What is it? A heart? A flower? A butterfly? An Asian symbol?”
“I’m not telling you. And since that is a cosmetic change, it doesn’t count. Try again.”
“I noticed you stopped biting your nails.”
He watched as she automatically curled her fingers into her palms. “You’ve always had ripped cuticles and short nails. Now you don’t.”
The waitress delivered their main course and conversation ceased. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, just contemplative.
They must’ve been hungry because the food disappeared fast.
“Now before you start in on the changes in me, I want you to tell me three things about you that I don’t know. Big. Small. Funny.” He flashed her a grin. “Sexy.”
“Oh, I can do sexy.” She lowered her voice to a throaty purr. “I like to wear matching lingerie. Doesn’t have to be the high-end stuff, but my bra and my panties have to match.” She took a quick look around the restaurant before she started to undo the buttons on her blouse. “Today I wanted to feel feminine so I chose this red number.” Watching his avid eyes, she let her finger trace the satin piping of the bra cup across the mound of her breast.
Dalton made a low sound in the back of his throat.
“In spite of the pretty packaging, this one offers a lot of support. Which makes the girls beg to be noticed.” Rory kept gliding her finger up and down over the swell.
“I’m likin’ this bolder side of you, Rory.” He gazed into her eyes. “Is it just a tease or is it real?”
“What do you mean?”
“What would you do if I sat beside you and ran my tongue along that line? Would you push me away? Or would you arch your back and offer me more?” Dalton leaned forward. “Would you let me slip my hand into your pants so I could see for myself that your panties matched your bra?”
Flustered, Rory buttoned up her blouse. “I’ll save you the trouble. It’s a red thong.”
Not so bold after all, are you, sweetheart? But you wanna be and I can work with that.
They stared at each other, both of them breathing hard. There’d never been this intensity between them before. Not even the times they’d been naked together.
“What are you thinkin’ about, jungle girl?”
“Underwear,” she blurted. “Whether you wear boxers or briefs.”
“Boxers. Tell me something else about you I don’t know.”
She paused. “I teach a yoga class at the community center on Monday nights.”
“Yoga, huh? Did you learn that from your mom?”
Rory rolled her eyes. “She can’t stand still long enough. I enrolled in a class in college, loved it and I’ve been doing it ever since. Got my teacher’s certificate just for fun. There weren’t any classes available here so I started one.”
“So technically you’re not down to one job if you’re still teaching yoga.”
“Teaching yoga isn’t a job. It saves my sanity.”
“Anyone can come to your class?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Dalton shrugged. “Never tried it. Might be interesting.”
“Challenging,” she corrected.
He shoved his plate aside. “Tell me something you haven’t told anyone.”
“Why are we still playing twenty
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