Page 35 of Mr. Perfect


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His big hand settled on the nape of her neck and squeezed. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Yes, it can. T.J. might end up divorced because of this. Shelley and David are both mad at me because I’m making them look bad.”

“I thought they were mad about the cat and the car.”

“They are. They’re using the cat and the car as a springboard to get even angrier about the list.”

“They sound like pains in the ass to me.”

“But they’re family, and I love them.” She hunched her shoulders. “I’ll go get your money.”

“What money?”

“For the cuss words.”

“You’re gonna pay me?”

“It’s the only honorable thing to do. But now that you know the new rule about making me swear, this is the only time I’ll pay you when it’s your fault. Seventy-five cents, right? Two earlier, then one when you saw the reporters.”

“Sounds about right.”

She went inside and dug out seventy-five cents. She was out of quarters; she had to pay him off in dimes and nickels. He was still sitting on the step when she returned, but he stood up to drop the change in his pocket. “Are you going to invite me in, maybe cook dinner for me?”

She snorted. “Get real.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay, then, do you want to go grab a bite to eat?”

She thought about it. There were definite pros and cons to accepting. The obvious benefit was not having to eat alone, if she had felt like going to the trouble of preparing something, which she didn’t. The biggest con was spending more time with him. Spending time with Sam could be dangerous. The only thing that had saved her earlier was that they hadn’t been in a private place. If he got her alone in his truck, there’s no telling what would happen. On the other hand, she would get to ride in the truck …

“I’m not asking you to solve the meaning of life,” he said irritably. “Do you want to grab a burger or not?”

“If I go, you can’t touch me,” she warned.

He held up both hands. “I swear. I’ve already said you couldn’t pay me to go anywhere near that sperm-eating egg of yours. So when are you going on the pill?”

“Who said I was?”

“I’m saying you’d better.”

“You stay away from me and you won’t have to worry about it.” No way would she tell him she’d already planned to go on the pill. She had forgotten to call the clinic today, but that w

ould be her first call in the morning.

He grinned. “You talk a good game, babe, but it’s the bottom of the ninth and I’m ahead ten to nothing. The only thing left for you to do is lie down.”

If any other man had said that to her, she’d have handed him his ego in shreds. The best she could do now was delay him. “Am I still at bat?”

“Yeah, but it’s two down and a three-oh count.”

“I can still hit a home run.”

“Not likely.”

She growled at his disparagement of her resistance. “We’ll see about that.”

“Oh, hell. You’re making this a contest, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one who started it. Bottom of the ninth and you’re ahead ten to nothing, my ass.”

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