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"Monday, then."
Four days away.
Leif stepped close to pick a piece of lint off her sweater. She inhaled his scent, hoping like hell she didn't resemble her mother's dog, who took every opportunity to shove his nose in everyone's crotches. "If you say yes, you can type up an agenda."
"For a date?" She snorted, trying to stop her stomach from flipping at his nearness. "Thatistempting."
"Fine. Throw in the label maker."
"Why would we need that?"
"I'll let you label whatever you want,” he drawled, his voice still teasing as he stepped even closer. Her breasts almost brushed against his chest.
"Sounds perverted."
"I like perverted."
"You would," she said, her mouth twitching into a smile for the second time. Smiling was becoming a habit around him.
"So?"
"If you let me bring my label maker, I'll do it."
"I knew you were kinky."
Abigail laughed and this time he was the one to stop her... with his lips. It was a nice kiss, sweet, and full of promise.
He kept it rated PG, and when he pulled back he said, "The only requirement is you wear something with buttons."
"Beg your pardon?"
''A blouse or dress with buttons."
"Why?" She'd never had a man request that she wear something particular.
"I need to practice something." He dropped his hands from her waist and picked up her right hand, bussing a kiss on it just like an old-fashioned suitor. Then he shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled toward his car, whistling "That's Amore."
Abigail shook her head and climbed into her car, wondering how he'd bamboozled her into going on a date, wondering if she had time to get a pedicure, a new pair of jeans, and a bikini wax.
No, strike the bikini wax. Not going to happen.
Besides, maybe an earthy guy like Leif would probably prefer her more natural. Oh, dear Gussy. She was thinking about her pubic hair. Had she lost her ever-lovin' mind? She wasn't going to have sex with him. They were going to eat tofu dogs.
But still, she might want to get a new bra. One with lace and pretty satin bows.
As she pulled away from the curb, she heard a meow.
Oh, right. The Milners' cat.
ABIGAIL GLANCED AT BIRDIE,who had finished up the supper dishes before pulling out her binder to work on math. It was Friday night, but Birdie had always been the kind of student who couldn't rest until her weekend assignments were complete. Friday had gone smoothly for Abigail, even after a sleepless night pondering the previous night's events.
Yeah, the woman who was rarely indecisive waffled about following through with the date. This strange thing they had between them had her spinning... and unable to rest. She kept flipping toward going, then flopping toward calling it off.
The whole thing boiled down to her fear of getting hurt again. Leif could call it ''just a date" but she'd never felt pulled toward a guy the way she felt pulled toward Leif. At least not since Cal.
It made her feel naked.
But she'd never been a chicken, running away from difficult things. So maybe-
