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“It isn’t? I thought you said it was when you ordered me not to sleep with any other men inyourtown.”
He shrugged and shook his head. “Oh, I just used the wrong words. I think the exact term I was going for was ‘no other men in the known universe.’”
Pleased laughter spilled off her lips. So, Caroline had liked his brief moment of possessiveness. He wondered how much she’d appreciate knowing he wasn’t kidding, that he couldn’t stand the thought of her being with anyone else. Ever.
You jackass, you’re falling for her all over again.
No, he wasn’t. Because, as hard as it was to admit, he’d never really gottenoverher. Which was probably why he’d had a string of light, casual relationships, but not one serious one since college. Which made this experimental attempt at one with Caroline a lot more important than he wanted her to realize.
“Okay, you can ask me another question since I can’t tell you who the Derryville Demon is.”
“Can you tell me who itisn’t? Just tell me for sure that itisn’teveryone on the set except the cast member over sixty who thinks every conversation should begin with the words ‘to be or not to be.’”
She snickered. “Not telling.”
“Come on. It’s the professor, isn’t it?”
“Forget it, you can’t make me tell.”
He shot her a sideways glance out of the corner of his eye. “I have ways of making you talk.”
“Not about this.”
“If I weren’t behind the wheel of this car I could.”
She instinctively scooted away, closer to the window. “Keep your no-good tickling self away from me, Mick Winchester.”
“What about my no-good seducing self?”
He saw her shiver in reaction. “Definitely not.”
Remembering the way he’d once tickled and then seduced Caroline into making love in an empty classroom on campus, in broad daylight, he figured he had a fair shot at making her spill her guts now.
If only his hands weren’t occupied—too busy driving for any tickling—and his mouth wasn’t so far away—much too far for the kind of kissing and licking and tasting he’d like to do to make her melt and promise him anything if only he’d give her some satisfaction.
He cleared his throat, willing away the images. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me. Let’s just play twenty questions for it. Is the killer female?”
“No.”
“Was that a no to the female part? Or a no in general to the twenty questions part?”
“No to twenty questions. I’m not telling,” she replied primly, folding her hands in her lap and looking straight ahead out the front window.
He sighed heavily. “Oh, you win. But I know I’m right. It is the professor, isn’t it?”
“Lord, you are persistent!”
“You’re just finding this out now?”
“I think I figured it out after the fifth time you asked me out.”
“You were worth the humiliation of the previous seven refusals.”
She sighed audibly. “We were so young.”
“Yeah. Kind of amazing that we figured things out so soon.”
“Until they didn’t make sense anymore.”
