Page 32 of Sweet Talking Man


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Damn it. Why did he have to be so good-looking? And so nice? And so eager to help her do naughty things? And why had they been interrupted? She had wanted that kiss to go on and on, so she could take the memory home.

The horn sounded again.

"Crap on a cracker. Stop honking at me," Abigail called out, flipping the driver-whom she assumed was Cal- the bird. And that's when Violet Joyner's head popped out of the driver's-side window.

“Abigail Orgeron, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

"Oh, my God!" Abigail slapped a hand over her mouth.

The Baptist preacher's wife jabbed a finger toward her. "I waited all this time to tell you the Milners' cat climbed inside your open car window. And that's how I'm repaid?"

Violet pulled away with a small screech of her tires.

Leif started laughing. "You just flipped off the Baptist preacher's wife."

"Oh, my God," Abigail repeated, dread sinking inside her. What had she just done? Violet was a huge gossip. What if she'd seen Abigail kiss Leif?

"Come on. That was funny," Leif said, laughter still in his voice.

"That was not funny. That was horrible. I can't believe I just up and-"

"Flipped someone off? Kissed a man? Took a chance?" Leif lifted her chin. "Come on. It was a little funny."

Abigail felt her lips twitch. She shouldn't smile. It was wrong, but even so, laughter bubbled inside her."It was a little funny."

And then the laughter escaped. "The look on her face. That was... so... Oh, God. I wonder if anyone has ever flipped her off before?"

"Probably not to her face, but trust me. Yes, they have." Leif tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're pretty when you laugh. You should laugh every second of every day."

Abigail stopped laughing.

"Let me take you out," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I want to drink wine, make you laugh, and make up for that awful kiss we just had."

Awful kiss?

If that was awful, what was his definition of spectacular?

"That's probably not a good idea. You're my child's teacher. Heck, you'remyteacher. Things are complicated in my life right now. Cal is- " She didn't really know what to say about the way her ex husband had waltzed into her life, ready to pick up where he'd left everything. Ready to be the family man he'd forgotten to be.

"Just a date. We don't even have to kiss. Unless you want to. I personally like the kissing thing, but I can restrain myself. But the laughter thing has to stay."

Abigail stood there, the moonlight making Leif look so... yummy. "I don't think it's a good idea."

"It's not a good idea. It's a great idea. I'm thinking about a picnic."

"It's the end of January."

"I know. We'll have it in front of the fire pit. Marshmallows, hot cocoa, and my famous tofu hot dogs."

She made a face.

"Okay, screw the tofu dogs. I'll think of some thing else."

"So when?" She was actually entertaining the notion. And-why not? She was an adult who could spend time with another adult... and maybe share a few kisses.

"Saturday?"

"Can't. I have a full house."

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