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Her eyes widened. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Surely, he wasn’t telling her to kiss another man? Not after this morning. Okay, so she meant nothing to him except as a woman he wanted to get hot and sweaty with. But he wanted her to kiss Bachelor #10?
“And?” she prompted, hoping she was wrong.
“You have to kiss someone. Today.”
Crap, she’d been right. No matter. She wouldn’t let him know he’d just added insult to injury. With a cocked brow, she smiled sweetly. “Maybe you’ve forgotten. I did kiss someone. First thing this morning.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Well, it should.”
His forehead furrowed. “Why?”
“Oh, never mind. Wasn’t much of a kiss, anyway.” Head held high, she pushed past him to go find her garden date before she slugged the man whose kiss had been everything she’d ever dreamed a kiss could be.
Chapter Eight
“What’s gotten into you?” JP asked when Rob barked at one of the assistants returning to the studio.
“Nothing.”
“Lots of nothings going on around here.”
Rob arched his brow at the older man watching the live feed from the garden.
“I saw Jane on her way out to the garden. She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. When I asked what was up, she said ‘nothing’. Seems like you’re both reciting the same script.”
Rob rolled his eyes. The last person he wanted to talk about was Jane. Especially after all the lectures JP had already given.
Especially after he’d practically demanded she kiss another man.
“Now that’s interesting.” JP’s gaze returned to one of the monitors.
He looked. He didn’t want to, but he looked anyway.
Jane’s arm was linked with Dr. Doolittle, who led her through the well-tended shrubbery. She smiled. She batted her lashes. She flirted. Rob thought he might throw up.
He stared at the computer screen and could stand the silence no longer. He punched a button, and Jane’s voice came over the headset he slid into place.
“You wouldn’t happen to know the name of the bright orange blossoms on our right? They are so gorgeous. No? I’m going to have to remember to ask the gardener one morning,” she practically cooed.
More benign conversation followed. Rob’s ears perked up when she apologized for her behavior during their match.
“I was upset with someone else and shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I think you were very gallant not to take advantage of me.”
Taking advantage of her? Ha, he’d never met a woman more capable of taking care of herself.
“Thank goodness you’re so patient and gentlemanly. I feel so bad about earlier.”
There went those long lashes sweeping across her cheek again. Lord, she was laying it on as thick as molasses syrup.
“What I’d really like, Jeff, is to kiss and make up.”
The guy loosened his collar. Rob tugged on his own, fanning air beneath the cotton blend of his t-shirt. When had it gotten so hot in here?
“You’re serious? You want me to kiss you?” The poor sucker’s eyes were wide. “You’re not going to punch me in the nose afterwards, are you?”
Jane laughed softly and shook her head, a naughty expression on her pert face. “Kiss me.”
