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Jaine sniffed. “Obviously you’ve never been kissed by Sam, or you wouldn’t make such an erroneous statement.”
“That good, huh?”
She couldn’t help the sigh that heaved out of her lungs, or the way her lips curved. “Yeah. That good.”
“So how long did it last?”
“I told you, we haven’t had sex! It was just a kiss.” Like the Viper was just a car, and Mount Everest was just a hill.
“I mean
t the kiss,” Marci said impatiently. “How long did it last?”
Jaine drew a blank on that. She hadn’t exactly timed it, and besides, there had been a lot of other stuff going on, like an impending but ultimately denied climax, that had occupied most of her attention. “I don’t know. Five minutes or so, I guess.”
They all sat there blinking at her. “Five minutes?” T.J. asked weakly. “One kiss lasted five minutes?”
There went that damn blush again; she could feel it creeping up her face.
Luna slowly shook her head in disbelief. “I hope you’re on birth control pills, because you’re definitely in the red zone. He could score at any time.”
“That’s what he thinks, too,” Jaine said, and scowled. “As it happens, I renewed my prescription yesterday.”
“Evidently he isn’t the only one who thinks it,” T.J. cracked, and broke into a big grin. “Hey, this is something to celebrate!”
“You’re all acting as if I was a lost cause.”
“Let’s just say that your social life sucked,” Marci said.
“It did not.”
“When was the last time you had a date?”
She had her there, because Jaine knew it had been a long time, so long she couldn’t say exactly when. “So I don’t date much. It’s by choice, not necessity. My track record in picking men isn’t exactly outstanding, remember.”
“So what’s different about this Sam cop person?”
“A lot,” Jaine said vaguely, remembering him naked. After a moment of reverie she shook herself back to reality. “Half the time I want to strangle him.”
“And the other half?”
She grinned. “I want to tear his clothes off.”
“Sounds like the basis of a good relationship to me,” Marci said. “That’s certainly more than I had with Brick, and I kept him around for a year.”
Jaine was relieved to have the topic shift away from Sam. How could she explain what she didn’t understand herself? He was maddening, they rubbed sparks off each other, and he hadn’t come home at all the night before. She should be running in the opposite direction instead of trying to plot ways to get him all for herself.
“What did he say?”
“Not much, which was surprising. When Brick’s mad, he’s about as reasonable as a two-year-old having a tantrum.” Marci propped her chin on her folded hands. “I admit, he took me off guard. I was prepared for yelling and cussing, but not hurt feelings.”
“Maybe he cares more than you thought,” Luna said, but even she sounded dubious.
Marci snorted. “What we had was convenient for both of us, but not exactly the affair of the century. What about you? Have you heard from Shamal?” Marci’s change of subject indicated she was as ready to abandon the subject of Brick as Jaine had been to talk about someone else other than Sam.
“As a matter of fact, I did.” Luna looked thoughtful. “He was … I don’t know … kind of impressed with all the publicity. As if I were suddenly a more valuable person, if you know what I mean. He asked me out for dinner, instead of saying he’d stop by the way he always has before.”
A little pool of silence engulfed the booth. They all looked at each other, uneasy at Shamal’s sudden change of attitude.
