On His List (Entangled Flirts) by Wendy Sparrow Read Free Book Online Page A

was going to call you, when are you available again?” Cade asked.
    Owen’s arm tightened around her shoulders. What was his deal?
    “I’m pretty open,” she said.
    “Okay.” Cade glanced back and forth between Owen and her. “I’ll let you get back to your date, and just give you a call.” He smiled uncomfortably and waved before walking off.
    Remy turned to see Owen staring after Cade with his eyes narrowed.
    “Owen?”
    He glanced down. “Sorry. Did you want to talk to him more? I mean, I didn’t even…” He took his arm from around her.
    “He can just call me at work and schedule an appointment,” she said.
    The wrinkles on his forehead smoothed out and he grinned. “Oh…that’s what he was talking about?”
    Oh my hell . He was jealous? “He’s one of my massage clients.”
    “So, you give massages to men too?”
    “Yeah, I do some work for a local physical therapy place, so I get a few athletes from time to time in addition to my regular clients. Cade tore a muscle playing football two years ago.”
    “I thought he was maybe a boyfriend or something,” Owen said.
    She scooted a few inches away. “If I were dating someone, I wouldn’t have let you buy me dinner.” That dinner was sitting heavy in her stomach. “I’m not like that. I don’t play games.”
    Owen winced. “No, I’m sorry. I just…don’t normally do this. So, I’m not quite thinking things through.”
    “Do what?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “Anything without planning it out. Doing something because I want it and not because it’s logical. I…uhh…normally like to list pros and cons before making any decisions, but I’ve bypassed that step because there weren’t any cons. And there still aren’t, none that I’m seeing, but I’m not behaving very rationally.”
    She shifted on the bench, then cleared her throat. “Are you saying you want me?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?”
    Her heart started pounding. She shrugged. He’d had his arm around her, but didn’t anymore. He’d been holding her hand, but wasn’t anymore.
    “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I do.”
    He leaned toward her slowly, giving her plenty of time to back away. Live in the moment, Remy. She met his mouth with hers while sliding a hand along his jaw, caressing below his ear, and into the hair at the nape of his neck. They both parted their lips with the second kiss. He tipped his head and licked her lower lip tentatively. She brushed his tongue with hers and pulled his mouth tighter against hers. His arm slipped back around her shoulders, his other hand stroked her thigh where her skirt ended. She pulled his tongue into her mouth, which made his hand grip tightly on her leg. Her nails dug into the skin on his neck, coaxing a moan from deep in his throat.
    He liked that?
    She liked that.
    She could kiss like this for hours. For being so uptight, Owen had some moves. She wanted to climb onto his lap and straddle him, but she wasn’t so far gone to the world that she thought he’d be okay with that.
    When they pulled back to catch their breaths, he said, “I’ve never made out on a bench before.” He glanced around and added, “In public.”
    She smiled at his discomfort. He was looking around as if they’d just yanked each other’s clothes off and given a spectacular show. Yeah, he would have really freaked out if she’d climbed onto his lap. Licking her lips, she leaned in to get back to kissing when he looked around again. Crap. He was uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than normal.
    The sun was setting and it was a weekday, so there weren’t many people around, but public affection wasn’t her thing either. She grabbed his hand from her thigh and stood up. “Let’s go somewhere less public then.”
    On the walk back to the car, he kept quiet, lost in thoughts that made him frown. Remy had swung his hand at first, but after he’d commented, “You have a lot of energy,” she tried to stifle it. His silence and frown was eating away