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“No.” I discreetly try to wipe the coffee off his sleeve, but I only manage to smear it more.
Shit.
“We had a great time with you on Saturday,” he says.
“Oh yeah, me too. Loved the banana pancakes. With the…” He’s looking at me, his blue eyes darkening. “The bananas. And syrup. Um…”
He grins, as if seeing something he likes in my expression. I probably look like a deer in headlights. Figures he’d like it.
Oh God…
Then he leans closer and brushes his mouth over mine. “Don’t be a stranger,” he whispers and leaves me with my fingers on my mouth and my coffee on his shirt.
The door slams behind him.
Too late.
***
Jethro comes in right before Donna and shoots me a brilliant smile before heading off to the display he’d been setting up on Friday. He disappears behind a shelf.
His phone rings a moment later, and I try not to eavesdr
op, but all my attention is on him right now, so yeah. I admit defeat.
“Hey, dude. At the shop, where else?” I hold my breath, leaning against the shelf behind his. “No, why?” A pause. A shuffle. “Okay, let me spell this out for you, mate. No, I didn’t spill coffee on your shirt. When would I do that, in my sleep? The fuck’s wrong with you?”
Oh crap. I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling a gasp.
“What was that? Yeah, I saw her.” He moves something on the shelf, and I take a step back. “Yeah, I noticed her skirt, and her legs, dude. Am I blind? Yeah, she looks sexy, and yeah I’m rocking a boner. Satisfied?”
Oh my God. I look down at the skirt I threw on this morning and my All-Stars and shake my head. Is he talking about me?
“No, she didn’t say anything about Saturday. No, man, I haven’t talked to her yet. Relax, okay? What’s up with you today? Woke up with a hard-on for a repeat of Saturday?” He chuckles, and my toes curl in my shoes at the low sound. “I know. Me too.”
He is talking about me. Ohgodohgodohgod. I grip the shelf and all but poke my head through the books to the other side to hear better.
And the books slide as the shelf rocks from my weight and drop on the other side.
On top of Jethro.
He curses, ducking away, his cell clattering to the floor. Then, before I run away and join the revered yogis on the Himalayas, he straightens and looks right at me through the gap on the shelf. “Candy? What are you doing?”
I open my mouth and just stare back, unable to come up with something. “Hi.” Creepy. You’re being creepy, Candy. “I was just dusting here. Sorry.”
He nods, lifts his cell phone and grunts. It looks cracked.
Oh man. “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay to get it fixed.”
“I don’t think it’s broken.” He gives me a crooked grin, dark lashes sweeping low. “Hey…about Saturday.”
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh knowing Joel was asking him about it, because it’s not even funny. They’re both concerned whether I had a good time, when all I can think is that I want to get them hot and naked with me in a locked room, do wicked things to both of them—and that my heart always beats faster when they’re around.
And they don’t even know.
“Did you have a good time?” He’s observing me from under those thick lashes. “Like, we didn’t scare you off, did we? J and I…” He tilts his head to the side, his grin fainter this time. “We like doing stuff together.”
A slow burn starts in the pit of my belly, spreading. “You do?”
