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He released a relieved breath.
That was close.
“Harper, you can’t mention my…” He trailed off.
She watched him like a hawk. “Your what?”
It would be a fool’s errand to go there while she was in this state.
“Listen, Harper, those lollipops have made you a little loopy,” he explained, changing tack.
“I don’t feel loopy, but I would like a piece of the ceiling cake unless you’ve got bonbons or a hidden penis cookie in your pocket.”
He should be recording this to show her later.
He patted his empty pockets, then peered around the room. “No hidden cookies and no ladder to reach the ceiling cake.”
She sighed. “We’ll have to see if there are any penises or ball sacs left over after the contest. I’m famished.”
“Speaking of after the contest,” he began, “I’m not sure how our cookies will stack up against Vance and Barbie’s batch. If they taste as good as they look, there’s a good chance we’ll lose.”
She didn’t reply.
A knot formed in his belly. “Harper, do you understand what I’m saying? We might not win this challenge.”
She held his gaze as that sly twist of a grin graced her lips. “Kiss me.”
What did she say?
“You want me to kiss you?” he repeated.
“Yes, kiss me. That’s what you want to do. You’ve wanted to kiss me since we heard Vance’s voice in the parking lot.”
Was that true?
He couldn’t deny that when Vance stared at her hand, he’d felt a dizzying rush of triumph.
And again, just like the first night he’d laid eyes on her months ago, he couldn’t look away. He lost himself in her beguiling chameleon eyes. “How do you know I want to kiss you?”
She pressed her hand to his chest. “You know how I can talk to my hands?”
“Yeah,” he answered, suppressing a grin.
“It turns out I can talk to parts of you, and your heart told me.”
“You can hear my heart?” he asked, his voice a creaky rasp as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes, and I can hear your lips.” She lowered her voice. “They really want to kiss me.”
The woman might be talking to body parts and jonesing to chow down on a slice of the ceiling, but she wasn’t wrong about what he wanted.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, and she hummed a deliciously sweet sigh.
“What are my lips saying now?” he whispered.
“They’re saying, ‘thank you for kissing your wife.’”
She’d nailed it.
