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“That’s why the idea of you wearing white panties bothers me.”
“I seem to be having trouble keeping up.”
“Isn’t it obvious? That’s the favorite underwear of female serial killers.”
“Ah.” She nodded wisely. “You know this for a fact?”
“I read it somewhere. Women who wear that type of underwear are the same women who put signs in the windows of their houses advertising rooms for rent. The next thing you know, the neighbors start complaining about a bad smell coming from under the back porch.”
“A girl’s gotta make a living.”
He laughed.
Bantering about underwear wasn’t her strong point, and she knew she should change the subject, but that little trollop Nell Kelly wouldn’t let go. ?
??I don’t think this has anything to do with serial killers. I think you have a black underwear fetish.”
“I like red, too. Although just about any color’d look good on you.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I do.” He smiled and let those gray eyes slide over her like molten metal. “So what are we going to do about this kissing problem?”
Cornelia Case didn’t have a silly bone in her body, but Nell had lower standards, and she was enjoying their conversation. “Resign ourselves, I guess, that some things aren’t meant to be.”
“Or . . . and here’s an idea . . . we could work on it.”
Her skin tingled. “And how would we do that?”
“Wait until the little buggers fall asleep and practice.”
“Ahh. That would be one way, I suppose.”
“Come to think about it, the hotel last night was a lot more comfortable than sleeping in this thing. I think I’ll find another hotel just like it for us to stay in tonight.”
Cornelia chose that moment to raise her cautious head. “And I think you’re moving too fast. We only met two days ago.”
“And we’ll be separating in another few days. That makes it even more important that we don’t waste time.”
“Just get right to it, is that it?”
“Sure. Haven’t you ever fantasized about having sex with a stranger?”
A strong, gorgeous stranger who would sweep her off her feet, without knowing who she was, make delirious love to her, and then disappear in the morning. “Absolutely not.”
“Liar.” His grin was cocky and supremely confident.
“Would you be quiet so I can enjoy the scenery?”
From the rear of the motor home, Lucy set aside her book to watch the byplay between Jorik and Nell. They seemed to have forgotten she was around. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she sure could see that they were hot for each other.
An idea began to form in her mind, and her stomach got all fluttery, but this time it was the good sort of fluttery. Neither of them was married. Jorik was bossy and thought he knew everything, but Button liked him. Nell was sort of a geek, and she didn’t know much about babies, but she was always checking everything to make sure Button didn’t hurt herself. She was also nice—buying Lucy those dresses and everything. And even though Jorik had gotten drunk once, he didn’t show any signs of being an alcoholic. He’d also been driving a great car, so he had money, and he was pretty funny, although she wasn’t going to tell him that.
What if she could get them together? The butterflies moved faster in her stomach. She trusted both of them to take care of her baby sister a lot more than she’d ever trusted Sandy. Maybe they’d fall in love, then get married, and adopt Button to be their own kid. Button was cute, not an obnoxious teenager like Lucy, and Nell and Jorik seemed to be starting to like her a little. Jorik had quit complaining about picking her up, and Nell didn’t seem as nervous around her as she’d been that first day.
The more Lucy thought about it, the more she decided they were her best hope. Somehow she had to get Jorik and Nell together, then convince them to adopt Button. Once her baby sister was settled, Lucy could take off on her own.
Some of Lucy’s excitement vanished as she thought of saying good-bye to Button. She told herself not to be a jerk. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? To go off on her own. She’d do great. She was tough, she was smart, and she wouldn’t take any crap from anybody.
