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“Something in there that interests you?”
She shrugged. “I’m just admiring the instruments.”
“You play?” He studied her. She had the look of a creative, but no creative he knew would sell his or her soul to retail.
“I’m not going to tell Benjamin Brock I play.”
He could have grabbed her and kissed her just then. She was cute, refreshing, and a musician.
“Tell Kris then.”
She rubbed the pads of her fingers. While her callouses weren’t readily apparent, on closer inspection, they were there. That was like foreplay to Kris. Only an artist could understand an artist.
“I play, I guess.” The tension in her face relaxed.
“You guess? You know what this means, don’t you?”
He lifted his skewer and drew down with his fork, releasing the veggies and tofu. He licked the fork, looking her right in the eye, and blew her a kiss. “Saying you play is like saying you swallow.”
Her eyes grew wide and then she laughed. “That’ll do, Benji,” she said with a wicked grin.
“Nicknames already. We’ve only just met.”
“You likened my playing guitar to oral copulation.”
The way she said copulation made him hard. “Okay, I’ll knock it off and promise to never do it again if you don’t ever call me Benji.”
“Deal.” She held out her hand to shake on it.
When he touched her fingers a bolt of desire shot straight through him. It was a searing heat that went straight to his cock.
“Seriously, you playing is like foreplay to a guy like me. So, do you really play? I mean play-play?”
“Yeah.” Her bright eyes dimmed. “But it’s time to grow up.”
“Speaking of time, there’s good news. Given the time difference between the east coast and here, you’ve gained three hours of time to play music with me.”
She flashed a warm, rich smile that intrigued him. He wanted to know how he’d earned it. Was it him or the mention of music? All he knew was that he wanted to know her better.
“I might have to have a lot more beer.” She lifted her half-empty bottle.
Kris pointed to a bucket filled with beers and ice. “Got you covered.”
She laughed hard. It was lovely to see real laughing, not the stuff people put on for his benefit.
“I’ll take a quick look.” She glanced longingly at his guitars. “I’d love to see what you have to offer.”
Was she teasing him? God, he hoped so.
“You wanna see my babies?”
She flashed another smile. It made him think of the tune Secret Smile. He hummed the song and she joined in.
“I had to break out the song because you smile a lot. Like when you’re about to see guitars.”
“You just met me, you’ve fed me, and now I am about to –“
He finished for her. “Touch my instrument?” He pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
