her
number.
We
exchanged numbers and she called Rocco in for lunch.
“You
know, if you’re so excited to hang out with me, you should come to this
playdate with us,” she said with a mischievous spark.
“Playdate?”
I’m sure my expression was equal parts confused and apprehensive.
“Yeah.”
Her smirk was in full force. “The – what did you call it? Oh, right, the
‘mommy-and-me troop’ is getting together to strategize how to terrorize the big
bad construction company.”
My
face completely fell. Shit.
“Oh,
get that look off your face, Sparky. I’m just joking. You were getting too
cocky and I had to knock you down a peg. I’m just going to tell them what
you’ve told me so far, omitting the sarcasm of course, and explain that you’ll
do your best to keep us informed. And I’ll even try to convince them not to TP
your trailer or leave flaming bags of dog poop on your steps. Happy?” Her smile
was stunning. I had to get myself in check or I would haul her off to her
bedroom, kid or no kid.
Able
to breathe normally again, I approached her and tugged on a stray lock of hair.
“Not yet, but I’m getting there.” Her cheeks colored again.
“Heh,
dog poop!” Rocco chuckled from the table.
She
lowered her face. “Let me walk you to the door.”
I
followed her after waving goodbye to Rocco.
“Wow!
This works so well. I love it.” Laney turned the new knob and swung the door
open easily. “Thank you, Nate.” She tilted her head to smile at me. Hell, if
fixing her doorknob could inspire that look I could only imagine what other
things could do.
We
stood a bit awkwardly for a moment, looking at each other, both of us aware of
how close Rocco was and how close we both were to saying “screw it” and
proceeding to, well, screw it. So I chose to bend down and kiss her cheek.
“You’re welcome. And don’t forget to call me.” She smiled but didn’t respond so
I turned around and stepped off the porch.
Halfway to my car she called out
behind me, “Hey, Nate! Tell your dad to give fishing a try. It’s relaxing while
still being manly. And it involves both sharp things and motors – what’s not to
love?”
I did a half turn and pointed to
her. “You just may have something there.” I smiled. She certainly did have
something.
Chapter Ten
When
in Doubt, Choose Burgers over Sushi
Laney
Holy. Balls.
Nate Murphy has the power to make a
woman forget her name. How does he do that? It’s like his scruffy jaw
and his dimple are my kryptonite. One moment we were having a nice little
conversation and the next I had my tongue down his throat and was pouring soda
down his back. This was actually fortuitous since in addition to forgetting my
name I had forgotten that my five-year-old was twenty feet away! I had been
ready to tear my clothes off and beg him to take me right there by the front
door. What was wrong with me?
Oh God, and then he’d asked me out!
Squee!
But not squee.
Shit.
There was Gavin’s job and there was
Rocco and the last thing we needed was some guy who was only in town
temporarily.
Ugh.
Not to mention it had been so long
since my last date I’m pretty sure dinosaurs had still roamed the earth. I
mean, a girl has needs and I’d been sort of satisfying them by myself for the
most part. I’d dated a couple guys since Rocco was born, but nothing had stuck
and the fact that I wasn’t all that disappointed about it just went to show
that those relationships were way wrong. But with the way I was reacting to
Nate right from the start, I was pretty sure this guy had heartbreak written
all over his too-handsome, too freaking perfect face. And arms. And ass. Jesus,
I was starting to sound like Fiona with all of my scattered thoughts. Get a
grip, Laney.
I had to set this incredibly sexy
and tempting topic aside and focus on something else. Another date, in fact –
the playdate. I peeled myself off the back of the door and headed back to
Rocco. But I
number.
We
exchanged numbers and she called Rocco in for lunch.
“You
know, if you’re so excited to hang out with me, you should come to this
playdate with us,” she said with a mischievous spark.
“Playdate?”
I’m sure my expression was equal parts confused and apprehensive.
“Yeah.”
Her smirk was in full force. “The – what did you call it? Oh, right, the
‘mommy-and-me troop’ is getting together to strategize how to terrorize the big
bad construction company.”
My
face completely fell. Shit.
“Oh,
get that look off your face, Sparky. I’m just joking. You were getting too
cocky and I had to knock you down a peg. I’m just going to tell them what
you’ve told me so far, omitting the sarcasm of course, and explain that you’ll
do your best to keep us informed. And I’ll even try to convince them not to TP
your trailer or leave flaming bags of dog poop on your steps. Happy?” Her smile
was stunning. I had to get myself in check or I would haul her off to her
bedroom, kid or no kid.
Able
to breathe normally again, I approached her and tugged on a stray lock of hair.
“Not yet, but I’m getting there.” Her cheeks colored again.
“Heh,
dog poop!” Rocco chuckled from the table.
She
lowered her face. “Let me walk you to the door.”
I
followed her after waving goodbye to Rocco.
“Wow!
This works so well. I love it.” Laney turned the new knob and swung the door
open easily. “Thank you, Nate.” She tilted her head to smile at me. Hell, if
fixing her doorknob could inspire that look I could only imagine what other
things could do.
We
stood a bit awkwardly for a moment, looking at each other, both of us aware of
how close Rocco was and how close we both were to saying “screw it” and
proceeding to, well, screw it. So I chose to bend down and kiss her cheek.
“You’re welcome. And don’t forget to call me.” She smiled but didn’t respond so
I turned around and stepped off the porch.
Halfway to my car she called out
behind me, “Hey, Nate! Tell your dad to give fishing a try. It’s relaxing while
still being manly. And it involves both sharp things and motors – what’s not to
love?”
I did a half turn and pointed to
her. “You just may have something there.” I smiled. She certainly did have
something.
Chapter Ten
When
in Doubt, Choose Burgers over Sushi
Laney
Holy. Balls.
Nate Murphy has the power to make a
woman forget her name. How does he do that? It’s like his scruffy jaw
and his dimple are my kryptonite. One moment we were having a nice little
conversation and the next I had my tongue down his throat and was pouring soda
down his back. This was actually fortuitous since in addition to forgetting my
name I had forgotten that my five-year-old was twenty feet away! I had been
ready to tear my clothes off and beg him to take me right there by the front
door. What was wrong with me?
Oh God, and then he’d asked me out!
Squee!
But not squee.
Shit.
There was Gavin’s job and there was
Rocco and the last thing we needed was some guy who was only in town
temporarily.
Ugh.
Not to mention it had been so long
since my last date I’m pretty sure dinosaurs had still roamed the earth. I
mean, a girl has needs and I’d been sort of satisfying them by myself for the
most part. I’d dated a couple guys since Rocco was born, but nothing had stuck
and the fact that I wasn’t all that disappointed about it just went to show
that those relationships were way wrong. But with the way I was reacting to
Nate right from the start, I was pretty sure this guy had heartbreak written
all over his too-handsome, too freaking perfect face. And arms. And ass. Jesus,
I was starting to sound like Fiona with all of my scattered thoughts. Get a
grip, Laney.
I had to set this incredibly sexy
and tempting topic aside and focus on something else. Another date, in fact –
the playdate. I peeled myself off the back of the door and headed back to
Rocco. But I
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