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The image of that was far too funny not to laugh. Zack in a tuxedo, gesticulating wildly off-beat to the music.
He leaned against the side of her car, his fingers reaching out to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. His touch left a heated trail behind it, sending a tingle all the way to her toes.
“Thank you for walking with me tonight. I think I needed the company.”
“I’m glad I was here. You can invite me on a walk anytime.”
“Can I?”
His voice had deepened, and he was leaning closer. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek, and she had the strangest urge to reach up and run a finger over his lips. In the dim light she couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew they were blue with a gold ring around the iris.
There was a chemistry between them. She couldn’t deny it, and she wasn’t sure she even wanted to. There was something there, and if she’d stood on her tiptoes, she could have kissed him easily.
“You can,” she confirmed, taking a step back. “Now I should be getting home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It was tempting. Kissing him, that is. For a moment, she’d thought he might kiss her but then she remembered that he wasn’t going to do that. It was all up to her.
It was kind of nice. If she wanted to take this further, it would be at her pace. But the big question was…
Did she want a fling with Zackery Winslow?
It was looking like the answer might be yes.
7
When Zack woke up the next morning, stretching and yawning after a lousy night’s sleep, his sister Frankie was drinking coffee at the breakfast table. Cooper was nowhere in sight.
“I have a key,” she said. “And I just made a fresh pot. Help yourself.”
Puzzled, but desperately needing caffeine, Zack poured himself a cup and joined her at the table. There was a box of bakery donuts in front of her that she pushed his way.
“They’re good, although Piper didn’t make them.”
“I thought elite athletes don’t eat sugar,” he said, taking a huge bite out of a glazed cinnamon.
Damn delicious. It was one of the few things he missed about his job. Every day management would have the best donuts in Manhattan delivered in the morning.
“I’m giving my knee a rest,” Frankie said. “And that means I get a donut. These are Cooper’s second favorite. He went out for a run, by the way.”
“Why do you have a key?”
“Sometimes I stop in, stay for a few days,” Frankie replied.
“Shit, am I sleeping in your bed?”
Frankie laughed and waved the question away.
“Relax, I’m staying with Piper this time. It’s fine. I go back and forth.”
“You never stay at the house?”
She gave him a look that spoke volumes.
“You’re joking, right? Because you’re not there.”
“I saw Emma yesterday. That was good.”
“She’s the best,” Frankie replied with a smile. “I do try and see her as often as I can, but being around Dad and Kim makes me tense and short-tempered.”
