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"No what?" Charlie asked.
Jake started rubbing her leg, making puppy dog faces. She smacked his hand and shot him a look. Normally, she wouldn't think twice about him touching her, but that was before she'd stuck her tongue down his throat.
Okay, she hadn't actually played tonsil hockey with him, but it had gotten close. Dangerously close. "Never mind, Charlie. I was talking to someone else, someone who should mind his manners."
Jake grinned and walked his fingers over her bare thigh toward the remote.
''Are you kidding me?" she squeaked, pushing his hand back.
Jake sobered as he realized what he was doing.
"What's wrong, Eva?" Charlie asked, sounding concerned.
"Nothing. Jake's just being a pest." She glared at Jake but held firm to the remote. She hit a few buttons and the reality dance show popped onto the screen. Jake slapped a hand over his face and flopped back onto the couch. Eva smiled and turned up the volume. "I'll let you go, little brother. Say your prayers and have a good night."
"Okay. Mr. Beauchamp -that's our principal- is going to pick me up in the morning. I get to sit in the backseat with Wyatt. Cool, huh?"
"Very cool. Night, Charlie."
"Night,Eva."
She clicked the end button, setting her phone on the table. Then she looked at Jake, who had lifted one part of his hand, peeking out at her. "Don't even pretend you didn't try to use your sexual powers to get control of the remote."
"I didn't. I swear."
"Liar," she said, redirecting her gaze back at the TV where some nubile starlet pranced with one of the bare-chested dancers.
"Did they work?"
''Not even a little," she said, tucking a pillow be hind her lower back. "I'm watchingDWTS.You can see the end of the Cowboys game when I'm done."
"Are you saying there's nothing I can do to change your mind about watching this stupid show?"
"Nope."
"Not even the dishes?"
"Uh-uh."
"I could write up all your reports for the next week," he offered, sitting up and focusing his attention on her.
"Not a chance. I live for the fox-trot."
He snorted. "I could paint your toenails? Pull weeds from your flower bed? Scrub your toilets?"
Eva smiled. "Let's see. No, no, and still no."
"Fine," he grumbled, throwing a toss pillow onto the recliner Dutch usually sat in.
"Where is Dutch, anyway?"
"He and Hank went to check a hydrant."
"We're here alone?" Eva asked, sudden pricklies dancing in her tummy.
At that Jake's mouth twitched. "Yeah, so maybe I should rephrase some of those things I can do for you."
"Don't," she said, inching away from him. She didn't trust herself to be on the couch with a flirty, determined Jake. They'd vowed to forget about the kisses, but she knew that tossing out the vow would be as easy as snapping her fingers.
