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“Sure. Any particular kind?”
“Anything with cream cheese. I am not picky when it comes to cheesecake.” She gave him a quick smile, her gaze considering now, before she dug into her backpack for her keys. “See you soon.”
Before she could shut her door, she paused. “Wait. I guess I should be more up-front.”
Damn.It had seemed a little too good to be true.
“Okay.” He kept his expression neutral and willed the disappointment not to show on his face.
“I guess I’m not a fan of raspberry cheesecake. But anything else goes.” She closed the door to her car with a quick wave, then drove off a moment later.
A bubble of laughter escaped from his throat and he thrust his hand into his hair. She’d had to know what she was doing with that little comment. Going by her smile, she had.
Now, he just had an hour to shower, look good, and find the best damn not-raspberry cheesecake in town.
*
Eric had feelingstoo.
The thought raced around in her head as Hannah stood beneath the stream of water in the shower, shampooing the sweat from her hair.
How crazy had it been to hear him say that?
Then again, he hadn’t really said what kind of feelings, just that he’d had them.
Surely, they wouldn’t be feelings like “I’m madly in love with you and want to be the father of your children” feelings. That would be utterly crazy.
They were probably much more along the lines of “I think you’re hot and we should probably try getting it on” feelings.
That certainly seemed more in tune with how a man would think. Not that she had much experience with men. Especially in the sexual department. Since the moment she’d lost her virginity to him in tenth grade, there’d only been James.
James.
She cringed, rinsing the shampoo from her hair.
Had she somehow forgotten that Eric was James’s good friend?
It doesn’t matter.
She hardened her resolve. She owed no loyalty to James, or any of the lingering feelings he might have for her.
Those had disappeared when he’d swapped saliva with another woman. Or, as she’d begun to realize, even before that.
“So whatever happens between Eric and me is our business,” she whispered. “James is irrelevant at this point.”
What did she want to happen?
She conditioned her hair, playing out all kinds of scenarios. One left her a little more hot and bothered than she cared to admit.
By the time she’d soaped and shaved her body, she was pretty sure what she wanted. The biggest question was—did she have the guts to go through with it?
She rushed to blow-dry her hair, before getting dressed. She only hesitated a moment before pulling on a lacy purple bra and panty set. A comfortable green maxi dress and a hint of makeup meant she looked fairly good, but not “hitting the club to pick up a guy” good.
By the time there was a knock on her door, her pulse was racing and her stomach was doing backflips.
She sucked in a quick breath, smoothed the dress down her stomach, and swung it open.
“Whoa.” The air left her lungs on a sigh.
