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“And?” she prompted.
“We’ll hash out the details there.”
Sunnie laughed. “So basically you have no plan.”
Landon shook his head. “I have a plan, but I’m hungry and there’s no reason we shouldn’t get this show on the road now. The sooner the better.”
She glanced over at the table she’d just left. Her girlfriends had struck up a conversation with a couple of guys at the table next to them. Neither of them would miss her. Hell, at this point, she’d be a third wheel.
“Fine.” She pointed to her scrubs. “I need a minute to change.”
“Cool. I’ll wait down here, finish my beer.”
Sunnie stood up slowly, still expecting him to spring the joke, to let her off the hook. When he simply gave her a pleasant smile, it started to sink in he really thought this was a good idea. “Okay.”
She started to turn, to head toward the stairs at the back of the pub that would lead up to her apartment, but he grasped her wrist.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked.
Sunnie looked longingly at the unfinished margarita. He’d said he was hungry, so she thought that was her cue to hurry up. “Yeah, I guess—”
“Not the drink.” Landon pointed to his cheek. “My goodbye kiss.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You can’t possibly be serious.”
“If we’re doing this, Sunnie, we’re doing it right, making it look real.”
“Who the fuck are you and where did you put Landon?”
He chuckled, but didn’t relent. It was clear the man actually intended for her to kiss him. She sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” She leaned toward him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore how good he smelled.
Was he wearing cologne? Did he always wear it?
The second she finished, he turned his face, his lips grazing hers in a super-fast but surprisingly sweet—and hot—kiss.
She reared back. “Kissing is part of your plan?”
He looked at her like she was insane. “Of course it is. By the way, we’re walking to the restaurant tonight, and you’re holding my hand.”
Sunnie realized that pretty much everything Landon had said to her since they’d sat down had been phrased not as a question, but as a statement.
If she didn’t know him so well, she’d think he was one of those alpha male types, but this was Landon. He was the king of manners and politeness, constantly asking others what they wanted to do and phrasing most things with “please” and “thank you.”
None of that was present right now.
Then she recalled his description of how he liked things in the bedroom. She’d had some very happy times with her vibrator the past couple of months, fantasizing about that list…while trying to forget Landon was the dream guy doing them to her.
She belatedly crinkled her nose, pretending to think the idea of holding his hand was gross, but his smug smile never wavered.
“I’ll be right here when you come back down.”
She wished that reassurance didn’t set butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She felt like a teenager going on her first date.
Ugh.
Landon.
It was freaking Landon.
