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“That’s one way to put it.”
She nibbled more pizza, eyeing him. Then shook her head. “Okay, dish it out. All I heard was you told her she couldn’t have the car until she paid the towing and storage fee, and she went on one of her rants.”
“That’s about it. She’s got a hell of a rant. She tried to dump it all on Mac, but that didn’t play for me, especially since I had some of the background from Ma.”
“Your mother knows Linda?”
“Knew plenty about her, and my mother’s a solid data source. Even without it, I’d’ve gotten the picture pretty quick. Still, bottom line, I towed the car, I get paid.” He gestured with his Coke. “She moved from rant to wheedle.You know, couldn’t I please help her out, do her this little favor. But the best part of the show was when she offered to pay the charges with personal services.”
“She . . . Oh God.”
“First time I’ve been offered a blow job for a towing fee.”
Stunned speechless, Parker only stared at him.
“You asked.”
“Yeah, I did. Even if Mac ever does, don’t tell her that part.”
“She already asked, and I didn’t. Why would I? Her mother embarrassed herself.That’s got nothing to do with Mac.”
“No, it doesn’t, but a lot of people don’t see it that clearly.” He did, she realized. For whatever reason, he saw it with absolute clarity. “She’s taken a lot of hits over the years for Linda’s actions. Linda will ruin or at least take some shine off Mac’s wedding if she can.”
“She won’t.” He shrugged and ate.“What Mac doesn’t handle, Carter will.What they don’t, you will.”
“I’m going to remember that the next time I wake up from a Linda nightmare. Did you tell Del about . . . Linda’s offer?”
“Sure. A guy gets that kind of offer, he’s got a right to brag about it to his friends.”
“You’re a very strange species.”
“Back at you, Legs.”
The entire experience—the word helped her put the evening in perspective—turned out to be a great deal easier and more enjoyable than she’d expected. But then, she admitted, her expectations had been dead low.
It would, certainly, be more pleasant having a friendly relationship with him, as a friend of Del’s. Like she had with Jack.
Then again, she didn’t have this underlying and stubborn spark of attraction to Jack.
Still, a spark could be managed until it flickered out. Especially since the spark was very likely a reflexive response to a very attractive man who clearly showed interest, when she hadn’t had the time or inclination for male company in quite a while.
She worked out the practicalities in her head as they walked back to his bike.
She strapped on the helmet and straddled the bike behind him.
And discovered, the moment they’d woven their way out of town, riding at night was a whole different thrill.
A whole new sense of freedom washed over her. The single headlight slicing down the dark road, the canopy of stars and moon overhead, and the sparkle of them on the black plate of water.
Side by side with the thrill rode a sense of ease, of clearing out all those details that crowded her mind. She liked the crowd, she thought, even fed off it. But it had been too long since she’d just emptied out and recharged.
Who knew that an evening with Malcolm would push that lever?
Reality waited, and she valued her reality, but he’d given her a respite, a little adventure, and a very pleasant break from routine.
When they zipped down the long, curving drive to her house, she felt refreshed, content, and very friendly toward Malcolm Kavanaugh.
And when he cut the engine, silence rushed in, another lovely sensation. She swung off, pleased with how natural the move had become, and unstrapped her helmet.
She handed it to him, then laughed. “I have to say, that’s the easiest hundred I’ve ever won.”
“Same goes.” He walked her to the entrance portico. “So you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did.Thank you for—”
With her back against the door and his mouth feasting on hers, the rest of the words tumbled out of her brain.That hard, compelling body pressed to hers as he took her hands, held them in his at her sides, as his teeth incited wild thrills with hungry nips and bites.
Trapped, she should have objected, refused, but the sensation of helplessness, a touch of panicked excitement, of being carried off, simply dropped the ground away from under her feet.
She fell, without any attempt to catch herself, and answered the assault with equal fervor and a reckless greed.
The kick of her own heart shocked her back—or nearly.
“Wait,” she managed.
“Just give me another minute.”
He wanted more; he took more. And so did she.
It was that simmering, smoldering heat inside the cool package that had caught him from the jump. Now, as it hit boil, he was happy to have it burn him down to the bone.
He held her hands to prevent his own from streaking over that gorgeous body, to make sure he didn’t lose control and use them to pull off those classy clothes and get to skin.
When he felt that control begin to fray he lifted his head, but he didn’t let her go, didn’t step back.
“That ought to demonstrate I won’t be backing off.”
“I never said—”
“We made a deal.”
“That doesn’t mean you can . . .” She paused, and he watched her gather herself, steady herself.
Jesus, he admired that.
“That doesn’t mean you can just grab me anytime you want, or put your hands all over me when the urge hits.”
“Didn’t grab you,” he pointed out. “And didn’t put my hands all over you.” He gave the hands he still held a squeeze to remind her. “Thought about it though.”
“Regardless, I’m not going to—Would you please give me some room?”
“Sure.” Now he let go of her hands, stepped back.
“I’m not going to tolerate this kind of behavior.You can’t just push yourself on me whenever you like.”
“I might’ve pushed a little. So guilty.” In the dark his eyes gleamed like a cat—one on the hunt.“But, honey, you were right in there with me, and I figure you’ve got the spine to admit it.”
She said nothing for a moment. “All right, that part may be true. But just because I have a physical reaction to you doesn’t mean . . . What are you smiling at?”
“You. I just really like the way you talk, especially when you’re riding the high horse.”
“Damn it, you’re frustrating.”
“I probably am. I was going to say I have some kind of thing for you, and want to figure out how it works. But we can go with physical reaction if you like that better.”
“You better understand I take relationships seriously, so if you think I’m just going to jump into bed because—”
“I didn’t ask you to bed.”
He watched her eyes smolder and had to order himself not to press her right back against the door again.
“You’re going to stand there and tell me that’s not what you want, not what you intend?”
“Sure, I want you in bed—or any place that’s handy—and I intend to have you. But I’m not in a hurry.You jump in? It takes off the edge, and I like the edge. Plus, it’s hard to figure out how something works if you’re busy just banging.”
It was completely honest, and so damn logical she faltered. “This is a ridiculous conversation.”
“It seems sensible and civilized to me. That’s right up your alley. Do you want me to say I think about peeling you out of one of those fancy suits of yours, finding out what’s under it? Getting my hands on what is? About feeling you move under me and over me, and being inside you, watching your face when you let go? When I make you let go?
“I do, Parker. But I’m not in a hurry.”
“I’m not looking for this—you—this.”
“Everybody looks for this.You’re not looking, or you weren’t looking for this with me. I get that loud and clear. But I’m not backing off. Because it’s a solid fact we’ve got a thing, sorry, a physical reaction. And if you didn’t want me to make any moves on it, you’d have shut me down, taken me down. Maybe even enjoyed doing it.”
“You don’t know me as well as you seem to think.”
He shook his head. “Legs, I’ve only scratched the surface, and I’m coming back for more.”
The argument was—not really an argument, she realized, and whatever it was, she was losing it. “I’m going in.”
“Then I’ll see you around.”
She turned her back, half expecting him to move in again. But when she opened the door, he simply stood back in what she’d have called a gentlemanly manner if she hadn’t known better, until she stepped inside, closed the door.
She stood there a moment, trying to regain the equilibrium he’d managed to shatter. She heard the engine kick on, rip through the quiet.
Which was, she realized, exactly what he’d done. He’d ripped through her quiet.
