Finding Mr. Right Now by Meg Benjamin Read Free Book Online

that whole sundae thing going on with the hair and the lips and the skin like vanilla ice cream. He really wanted to nibble.
    Unfortunately, right now she looked like nibbling was the last thing on her mind. If that was a smile, he’d hate to see what she looked like when she was upset. “Hi, everybody,” she said in a clenched voice. “We’re all going to be driving to the resort together. Faisal will do some filming. Consider this your first group date.”
    “Hell,” Paul muttered.
    “We got time to change?” Billy Joe asked quickly.
    Monica checked her watch. “Make it fast. You can use the rental agency restroom.”
    Billy Joe took off at a trot, his white linen glistening in the sun.
    “Anyone else?” Monica asked.
    Ronnie raised a tentative hand. “Could I use the restroom?”
    Monica sighed. “Okay. But we need to leave in about ten minutes.”
    Ronnie muttered something that sounded like “timing my bathroom breaks” and began walking toward the building, followed immediately by Brendan.
    Monica sighed again. “So much for monitoring all contact.”
    “Transportation foul-up?” Paul nodded toward the SUV. “So who’s driving this behemoth?”
    “Me, I guess.” She took a deep breath, which added a little more stretch to the buttons on her shirt. Very nice breasts.
    For a wild moment he pictured himself cupping those very nice breasts in his palms, but then his sense of self-preservation kicked back in. “Have you done much mountain driving?”
    She shook her head. “I’m a flatlander, born and bred. I haven’t even been up in the hills around L.A.”
    He narrowed his eyes, studying the SUV. “This isn’t a great vehicle to start your mountain driving experience with. It probably handles like a truck.”
    “There’s no one else who can do it, unfortunately. Faisal has to do the filming.”
    Faisal gave her a narrow-eyed look. “Even if I wasn’t filming, I wouldn’t drive this tank. Particularly not at altitude.”
    “Great. Thanks for your support.” She grimaced.
    Paul shrugged. “I can do it.”
    “Drive?” Monica shook her head, chewing on one of those maraschino lips. “No, you can’t.”
    “Yeah, I can. I spent the first twenty years of my life around here. Hell, I first learned to drive on mountain roads.”
    She shook her head again. “That’s not what I mean. I mean you need to interact with Ronnie. This is your date.”
    “No it isn’t, and no I don’t.” He gave her a level look. “We both know I’m not really one of her suitors. Let the other guys interact. I’d rather drive.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Faisal put in. “No offense, Monica, but I’d rather see him in the driver’s seat, all in all.”
    She blew out a breath. “So would I. But I don’t think I can let you do it. My name’s on the rental agreement as the driver and I charged it to Fairstein’s account. If anything happened, we’d both be in deep shit. Maybe you can sit up front when we hit the mountains and talk me through it. You can have your conversation with Ronnie first. Faisal can take pictures. Then when we hit the mountains, you can switch to the front with me.”
    Paul fought back a grin. Sitting with Monica for a couple of hours definitely beat out anything he might do with Ronnie. “Okay. But you’ll hit the mountains sooner than you think. You’d better let me move up front when we get to I-70.”
    “Denver city limits.” She pushed her gold-threaded butterscotch hair out of her face again. “Deal?”
    Something about that hair sent a direct message to his lower body. He told himself to cool it. “Deal.”
    Faisal had gotten his video camera set up by the time everyone got back to the SUV. He had his back to the front seat so Monica and whoever sat beside her wouldn’t show up in any of the shots. Billy Joe had changed into what he probably thought of as Stud Casual: black jeans, black T-shirt, black cowboy boots. He was walking beside Ronnie, one hand planted