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“It’s not a line,” I deny, which just makes her roll her eyes.
“Come back up to the house and eat. You’re being weird.”
“Do I get to eat with you?” I ask, dreading going back, but figuring if I get to be near her, it would be worth it.
“Maybe for a little bit. I have to work tonight, so I’ve got to leave soon.”
“Where do you work?”
“A nursing home facility in Mason. I quit for a while, but I missed it.”
“You’re a nurse?”
“I’m a CNA. Why? If I was a nurse, would that surprise you? Do you think I’m dumb?”
“Defensive much? There’s no way I would think you are dumb.”
“Come eat.”
“Are you ever going to go out with me?” I ask as we walk back to the house.
“I don’t date men who constantly put their bats in women they don’t know.”
“I don’t.”
“And that’s why you tried to pick me up the first night we met, right Bat-Boy?”
“I wanted you. I got no shame in that.”
“You wanted laid. Don’t get it twisted.”
“Damn you’re good a bustin’ a man’s balls, aren’t you?”
“Oh honey, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she says a devilish smile on her lips.
I discover something about myself right then. I’m a masochist because, if Marigold Lucas keeps calling me honey, I know I’ll keep coming back for more.
CHAPTER7
Marigold
“Why are you acting so different today, Bat-Boy?”
He stops his spoon a couple of inches from his beautiful lips. Seriously, they are beautiful—full, firm, almost mauve in color with soft pink centers that make my entire body heat when I stare at them. That’s something I’m trying my best not to do right now—and failing.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re like boring.”
“Excuse me?” he responds, one eyebrow cocked up in response at this perfect angle—so much so that it mesmerizes me for a second. Do they do manly eyebrow waxes at the spa? Is that what he does? Perfection like that shouldn’t exist.It just shouldn’t.
“You’re boring me. Like snooze fest, Bat-Boy.”
I see the moment a spark lights up his beautiful, dark, liquid ink eyes. I should stop. I was a Girl Scout for damn it. Rule number one when dealing with the wild—and Slater is most definitely wild—donotpoke the bear. Yet, here I am poking like I’ve never poked before. I’m like a damn pogo stick going ninety miles an hour.
“We could slip off in private and I could wake you up, Ace. I do my best work one on one.”
I ignore the sexual innuendo. There’s enough heat between us that I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that it’s going to explode. That doesn’t mean I need to rush matters. Hell, the man has been so cocky that he needs to work for it a little bit. Besides, there’s fun in this game. I stare at him for a second thinking of how I want to word my reply when something hits me. It shocks me, but I know I’m right.
