first.â
âMind if I join you?â
âJarrad.â
âWhat?â He threw up his hands all Mr. Innocent. âItâs a great way to save water. Iâm all about saving the environment.â
Because he was adorable and made her feel so good, how could she resist?
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H E MIGHT HAVE TAKEN her to a fancy place for dinner but she discovered his taste in breakfast was more of the diner variety. Naturally, everyone knew him in Tracyâs, where the choices for breakfast were pretty much bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and steak and eggs. This wasnâta place that would serve, say, muesli and yogurt, or an organic fruit compote.
Oh, well. She supposed a good dose of cholesterol wouldnât hurt her once in a while.
The coffee was good and strong, and while Jarrad launched into the West Coast Trucker which pretty much seemed to contain every single item on the menu times three, she stuck to bacon and eggs. Jarrad waded through all of his and still managed to eat half her hash browns.
âI donât know where you put all that food,â she said, amazed.
âSex,â he said around a mouthful of potato. âItâs fuel for sex.â
She did not know how he did it, but even the stupidest comments like that one made her hot. She knew she only had him for a couple of weeks so she was determined to enjoy every minute.
Simply being here eating breakfast in a diner while wearing her black dress from last night made her feel gloriously wanton. She might as well wear a neon sign that said, Got Laid Last Night. Not that anybody spared her a second glance, but it was cool nonetheless.
She tried to cross her legs and felt a muscle twinge. âOw.â
âWhatâs the matter?â he asked immediately. âDid I hurt you?â
âI donât think it was you. I think it was the hockey.â
He seemed enormously relieved that it was hockey and not the aftermath of his loving making her wince. âYou need to practice every day. Then your body will get used to skating and youâll get better fast.â
âJarrad, I have a job. I canât practice every day.â
âSure you can. When does your team meet up again?â
âThursday.â
âOkay. Come on. Iâll give you a private coaching lesson today. Weâll see if we can get you caught up enough that you can go after a puck without clinging to the boards.â
âI need to change my clothes. I canât go skating in a little black dress.â
He leaned forward. âIâm telling you right now that your thoughts are way too limiting. Havenât you ever watched figure skaters? They skate in dresses all the time.â Then his voice lowered and he got that sexy look in his eyes that made her melt. âImagine how it would feel, the cool breeze rising up underneath your skirt, maybe letting me get a little feel in if you manage to skate in a straight line without looking at your feet.â
She tried to look prim and annoyed but only ended up laughing. âYou are a sex maniac.â
âOnly with you.â
She drank the last of her coffee. âDonât you have to coach the fire and police team today?â
âHell.â He smacked himself upside the head. âI totally forgot.â
âThatâs okay.â She wouldnât be disappointed. Sure, if she hadnât stupidly reminded him of his coaching gig, sheâd be getting another private lesson, but she wasnât nearly as interested in skating as she was in some other physical activities they could do together.
However, she had reminded him, and of course that was the right thing to do. Now she had fewer than thirteen days with him. She had a feeling it was going to fly by.
âCan I call you later?â
Okay, so lucky thirteen was still a possibility. She nodded. Gave her best attempt at a seductive smile. âYou can definitely call me later.â
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