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I cock my head to the side. “Into the breach?”
“That’s right.” He raises our linked hands to his lips. “What do you say, Sammy? Will you head into the breach with me?”
I take a shaky breath and nod. “Let’s do it.”
He’s still holding my hands as we enter the school. Though we’re the first of our classmates to arrive—of course—there’s a light flurry of activity as the caterers and bartenders hired for the evening finish setting up. I spot my assistant, Allegra, talking with one of the vendors.
I squeeze Zack’s hand and he looks at me, his eyes dark and dreamy. Need pools between my thighs. If he keeps looking at me like that, I don’t know how I’m going to get through the night without pushing him against a wall and making out with him.
“What’s up?” he asks, reminding me that I drew his attention for a reason.
“I need to go check in with my assistant.”
He nods and winks at me. “Hurry back.”
My knees only wobble a little as I cross the room. Allegra flashes me a bright smile as I reach her. “You look gorgeous, Ms. Wingfield. And if you don’t mind my saying”—she lowers her voice conspiratorially—“your date doesn’t look so bad either.”
I glance back over my shoulder and grin at Zack, looking impossibly handsome as ever and every bit as at ease in a suit as he was in his jeans.
“Yeah, he’s not so bad.”
She gives a little giggle, that reminds me that despite her almost scary efficiency and maturity, she’s still a young woman. “How did the two of you end up here together? I got the impression you weren’t the best of friends.”
“That’s a great question with a not-so-simple answer. We’ll have to grab a drink when all of this is done.”
“Ooh, a storytime. I love it.” She gives me a light nudge in the ribs. “Now, go on. Enjoy yourself tonight. I have things covered here.”
“And here I was thinking I was your boss.” I give her an affectionate squeeze before leaving to take her advice.”
“Hey, you,” Zack grins at me. “Everything good?”
“Everything’s great.”
“I’m glad to hear it, because…” He laces his fingers with mine. “I was thinking…”
“Those are dangerous words.”
“You have no idea.” He raises our linked hands to his lips and brushes his lips over my knuckles, sending a ripple of excitement through me. “I was thinking it’s a shame we didn’t get to finish what we started in the library.”
My belly clenches. “Did you have something in mind?”
“I have lots of things in mind. But first, how about we reconvene somewhere more private?”
He trails his lips to the inside of my wrist.
“Where?” The word comes out breathy. It’s no wonder. It’s only through sheer willpower that I stay standing on both feet with the havoc he’s wreaking on my senses.
“Come with me.”
Looking over his shoulder—as if he expects a security guard or one of our former teachers to pop out and reprimand us—he races down a hallway, taking me with him. My heart pounds in my chest, and my cheeks ache from smiling.
Zack stops suddenly outside the door of the classroom where we used to meet for Model UN. With his free hand, he tries the handle and it turns. “Excellent. I was worried it might be locked.”
“I’d say we’ve had our share of locked doors this weekend.”
“And I’ll say we’ve done enough talking this weekend.”
I give a little yelp as he pushes my back against the door. But then his lips crash against mine, and I melt into him and his touch.
