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“Shop. And since we’re skipping the trapeze show, do something else.”
“Like what?”
Like more kissing?a wanton part of her shouted with an exuberant round of applause.
“Whatever.”
“Well, the show included dinner. I’m not sure where we’ll find reservations this late.” She gave him a light shove when he didn’t respond. “I’ve been wanting to see it.”
“I’ve been wanting to check my work email. We can’t always have what we want.”
“You can’t kiss me and then tell me I can’t have nice things!” she said, unable to bank her smile.
His mouth spread into a slow grin. One filled with promise and wicked intentions, and one grin in particular she’d never, ever had aimed in her direction.
He was so attractive her brain skipped like a vinyl record.
“Fine. You win. You can have your show.” He put his hand on her back and they walked to the nearest store side by side. His hand naturally fell away and she was left wondering if she could barter—no trapeze show in exchange for more kisses.
That’d be wrong, she quickly amended.
Right?she asked internally, but at the moment the rest of her had nothing to say.
“Sabrina Douglas?” Gage asked after Flynn told him what had happened last weekend.
“Do you know any other Sabrinas?” Flynn raised his beer glass and swallowed down some of the brew. Gage and Reid had wanted to go out, so here they were. Out. Chaz’s, on the edge of downtown where they’d come on a zillion occasions, including when Flynn ditched his father’s funeral. He shoved the memory aside. He had enough on his mind. Like making out with his best friend, who’d determined the kiss wasn’t bad.
“Our Sabrina?” Reid asked, but he looked far less alarmed than Gage.
“Yes.” Flynn set his glass down and stared into it.
The memory of pulling her to him and lighting her up with a kiss hadn’t faded over the week. It was as crystal clear as if it’d happened seven seconds ago instead of seven days. He could still feel her mouth on his, her hip under his palm, the soft sigh of her breath tickling his lips. Her wide-eyed, startled expression was etched into his mind like the Ten Commandments into a stone tablet.
“Then what happened?” That was Gage, still sorting it out.
“Then we went shopping and watched a trapeze act. Then I dropped her off at home.”
“And then you shagged,” Reid filled in matter-of-factly.
“No. I dropped her off at home.”
“And you made out in the doorway, tearing at each other’s clothes regardless of passersby,” Reid tried again.
“The kiss was a mistake,” Flynn said patiently. “I knew it. She knew it. She stepped out of my car and walked to her building—”
“And then turned and begged you for one final kiss goodbye before she went up?” Reid appeared genuinely perplexed.
“Dude.” Gage recoiled. “This isn’t a choose-your-own adventure.”
“It makes no sense, is all.” Reid was still frowning in contemplation.
“Again, nothing happened,” Flynn told them.
“You’re truly incapable of enjoying yourself, do you realize that?” Reid leaned to one side to mutter to Gage, “It’s worse than we thought.”
“It sounds pretty bad already.” Gage looked at Flynn. “What do you do now?”
“I haven’t seen her since Valentine’s Day, but we’ve been texting.”
