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For several seconds, we continued to stare at one another and I wondered if his mind was as fragmented as mine was. Thoughts of the kiss. The burning deep in my gut. The mortification of kissing a stranger — in the hallway of a restaurant! — all spun through my mind. Part of me wanted to run. Another part wanted to throw my arms around him and ask him to kiss me again.
I took a step back. “I’m sorry, Smoke. I need to get back to my friend.”
I started to step around him, and he captured my arm. His touch was gentle unlike Wade, who always held my arm in a vice grip. When I stopped and shifted toward him, his fingers grazed my arm and fell to his side.
“I want to see you again, Whiskey.”
“Then maybe our paths will cross again, but this time outside the restaurant.”
“That’s it? You’re going to let fate decide this?”
I chuckled. “There is nothing to decide, Smoke. You’re a handsome man, and we had a few minutes of good conversation over a whiskey. That’s it.”
He gave me a pointed look. “That is not just it. What about that kiss?”
I shook my hair back, staring at him and feeling a little daring — which was not like me. “What about the kiss, Smoke?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel the chemistry burning there.”
I wanted to giggle, throw my hands into the air and jump up and down, but I didn’t. I merely gave him a coy smile. “Perhaps.”
“Perhaps, my ass.” He growled and stepped closer to me, but I immediately took another step back, and we continued that until my back was against the wall, and I squeaked.
He glanced down the hallway and then stared at me, “I’ll let you go — for now — but one day, the two of us will run into each other again, and we are going to explore the sparks between us. I know I am not the only one to feel them.”
Oh, he was not. Only my sparks were more like small explosions. I waited while he glanced around again.
“I have to get back to my clients, but this is not finished with us, Whiskey. Not by a long shot.”
He stepped back, giving me a little bit of space that I appreciated. “Perhaps one day, we will get to explore those sparks you talk about.”
“The next time I see you, Whiskey, prepare yourself.”
I laughed, “Prepare myself for what?”
He leaned forward again. “For me.” With that, he turned and walked away, and I stared at his broad shoulders under the dark suit coat, and a shiver of anticipation rushed down my spine.
I waited a moment before I returned to the table, and Becca didn’t seem the least bit phased that I had been as long as I had. I decided at the last minute to change seats and took the one where my back would be to him and his tablemates. The last thing I needed was to spend the evening staring at him and wondering if we would ever meet again — since I knew it would never happen. My luck was never that good.
