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“Silly, they won’t say it to our faces. It’ll be behind our backs.”
“Do you honestly care?”
She gave him her serious doctor look before she smiled. “No. I don’t. Not anymore.”
“Good.” He trailed his fingertips down her shoulder blade and enjoyed her shudder. “Me either. Especially since you ordered that ‘mechanics tighten all my screws’ T-shirt.”
Laughing, she shook her head at him. As she often did. But he didn’t care, because she really had bought that shirt. And hell, he couldn’t argue with the sentiment. She certainly seemed happy with the service he was providing.
He hadn’t gotten over all his insecurities in her direction yet, namely those that involved his lack of an investment portfolio and membership in an alumni association from some fancy university. Getting there, though. How could he concern himself with that when her eyes lit up every damn time he entered the room?
And vice versa. Times one thousand.
“Want to dance?” She brushed her lips over his baby-smooth jaw. He’d shaved and cut his hair and suited up in a tux, all for her. Must be love. “I have a surprise for you, if you’re good.”
“What if I’m bad?”
“You get two surprises.”
He stood, moving just in time to get her chair. Stubborn woman never let him do a thing for her, except sexually. Then she could get quite demanding. “Consider me bad.”
“Oh, I already do.” Grinning, she led him to a secluded corner of the dance floor. He reached for her, but she’d already turned away to fumble with the hem of her dress. Had to be a loose thread or something. She turned back and slipped into his arms. “Show me your moves, O’Halloran.”
They danced for two songs. As great as it felt to hold Sara close and to know all the other men knew she was his—though she’d vetoed the Property of Brad O’Halloran tattoo he’d suggested for her back—he couldn’t wait anymore. “So where are my surprises?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She
pressed something into his palm. It was hard and warm. And wet. Very wet.
He opened his hand and frowned, not understanding. “A giant marble?”
Her sudden gust of laughter took him by surprise as she leaned toward his ear. “Remember those ben wa balls?”
He literally swayed on his feet. Then he grasped her hand tightly in his, her hidden treasure trapped between their palms. “Is the other where I think it is?”
She blinked innocently. “I’m not sure what you mean. Maybe you should check for yourself.”
With a growl, he whirled for the exit. She laughed and matched him step for step. Together they pushed open the glass doors that led outside, exchanging grins.
“Let’s go home,” he murmured.
