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He places my foot in his lap and begins rubbing it. When his thumb digs into my arch, I moan.
“Feels good.”
He chuckles. “The moan kind of gave you away.”
I narrow my eyes and shoot lasers at him, except I don’t have the energy for shooting lasers and settle for a glare. Guessing by the grin on his face, I fail to appear stern.
My stomach rumbles. “I’m starving. I think I missed lunch.”
“You think you missed lunch?” He tuts. “You need to eat to keep your energy up.”
“Yes, Mom.”
He tickles the bottom of my foot, and I yelp before snatching my foot back. “No tickling!”
We waggles his eyebrows. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
Because I was naked, and he was giving me the business. What was there to mind?
“I think you’re going to have to carry me back to my place. I don’t think my feet work anymore.”
“About dinner...”
Here it comes. The brush off. I narrow my eyes on him. “What about it?”
“There’s been an emergency with one of the architects back in Chicago.”
This is not sounding good. “What kind of an emergency does an architect have? Did someone break a crayon?”
“You don’t have a clue what being an architect entails, do you?”
I shrug. “Not really.”
“I need to return to Chicago.”
“Like now? This very minute?” I check the clock. It’s quarter after six in the evening. You don’t begin a road trip at night. At least, not in my limited experience.
“Unfortunately, yes. I want to get a few hours of driving in before I stop for the night as I promised to be in Chicago by the day after tomorrow.”
“I guess dinner’s off.” My feet slap the floor as I stand. “Let me make you a sandwich for the road.”
He captures my wrist and tugs until I end up sitting on his lap. He kisses my neck and I practically melt into him. “This isn’t goodbye. I’ll be back in town when my firm wins the bid.”
“When they win the bid? Don’t you mean if?”
“Nope.” He tweaks my nose. “We’re going to win it. I’m positive.”
“Conceited much?” I tease, although I find his confidence more than a little attractive. Let’s face it. There isn’t much I don’t find attractive about this man.
“Confident is not conceited.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
He nips at my lips, but before things can become interesting, he lifts me and sets me on my feet. “Wave me off?”
“Are you a sailor off to conquer the Nazis and I’m some poor woman left behind on the home front?”
“Exactly. I’m off to sea. You should probably give me a pair of panties to remember you by.”
