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“I’m trying to help Paulie make Bryce feel manly.”
“How?”
“By having her act feminine and helpless,” she said.
“Ah. So she has engine trouble?”
“I slashed her front tire. Think Bryce can change a flat?”
“No.”
She grinned, and Lucas felt it like an electric shock.
Once, Colleen had been the prettiest girl around.
Now, she was beautiful.
And not a girl anymore.
“Don’t bug me,” she said, tearing her eyes off him. “I have work to do.” She tapped her phone, and once again, they could hear the star-crossed lovers from the street.
“So, um, do you know what I should do?” Paulie said, clearing her throat.
“Call Triple A?” Bryce suggested.
“Oh. So you don’t know how to change a flat tire?” Paulie asked, looking rather desperately at Colleen, who pointed at Bryce’s back.
“Not really. I never could figure out the jack, you know?” Bryce said.
Colleen whispered, “Tell him you’re sure he can figure it out. Be feminine. Be helpless. Make him feel strong and manly.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Tell me when you’ve ever acted feminine or helpless in your life.”
She looked up at him, her face suddenly stricken. She took a shaky breath. “Lucas, please,” she whispered, blinking back tears. “I’m just trying to help my friend. You’re right, it’s stupid. I just didn’t know what else to do.” Her mouth quivered.
“Nice try.”
She shrugged. “Well, it works on everyone else.”
He took the phone, clicked End and put it in his front jeans pocket. “You want it, you have to come get it.”
“I will. I’ll cut it out with my Swiss Army knife, and I won’t be careful of the landscape.” She waited. He didn’t move. “Lucas, give me my damn phone.” She reached for his pocket, but he intercepted her hand.
“You set this up, Colleen. Let them finish it.” Her hand was smooth and cool and fit into his just right. Same as always. Because he couldn’t resist, he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, that soft, sweet skin.
“Oh, wow,” she sighed. “You’re really turning me on.” She batted her eyelashes at him, then pulled her hand free. Reached into his pocket.
¡Hola!
She kept her eyes locked on his. Fumbled around...deliberately, he figured. She gave that wicked smile.
Still the same Colleen.
And thank God for that.
He bent his head so that his unshaven cheek brushed hers. “Be careful what you wish for,” he whispered. God, she smelled good. Better than the lilacs, even.
“The ego on you could choke a blue whale,” she said, yanking her hand (and her phone) free. Her cheeks were very encouragingly red. She tapped her phone; a second later, Paulie tapped her Bluetooth. Command Central was once again established.
