Real Temptation by Susan Saxx

Author:Susan Saxx
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Susan Saxx

12

They were sipping post-coital hot chocolate.

Not that he wanted any other flavor on his tongue. The pop, the tang of Alex Jordan was enough. More than.

Alex, mixed with anything else. Mmmm. He closed his eyes briefly, remembering. All of it.

And the smile he’d gotten from her after, when he’d given her the Blue Jays mug filled to the brim with cinnamon Dutch hot chocolate, had been worth the effort he’d gone to, making sure he had lots of it on hand, just in case.

He sighed from pure enjoyment, then remembered and checked his watch quickly, noted the time. He was still okay.

And he was totally planning on enjoying every second he had with her.

He looked up and she was sitting there, watching him, a smile curling on her lips. “Got somewhere else to be?”

He shook his head. “Definitely not. If you’re here, I’m here. All the way, Alex.”

She was still smiling, but he noted a quizzical look merge with it.

His voice echoed in the shop. “What?”

She smiled a bit more at that, but her voice was calm. “Does there have to be something?”

“Well, usually when a woman looks at me like that, it means…” He waggled his brows in a tease and it had an effect on her.

Only not quite the one he’d hoped for. She snorted, then laughed. “Umm…they want you?”

“Well, that or they need a ride somewhere, their batteries boosted, or…” He stayed deadpan. “…they need me to take out the garbage.”

“Exactly.” Her eyes flashed in merriment.

“You don’t have to say it quite so triumphantly.”

She leaned back, looking quite comfortable. “Maybe I do.” She turned the fat Jays mug in her hands, staring at the repeating logo. “Where’s a guy like you from, Rand?”

“Now you really want to be bored.”

She shook her head. “No! Just we’ve got a bit of time to kill, and…” She twirled the mug again, didn’t meet his eyes. “I just want to know.”

He thought he should cut her a break. She looked so cute, sitting on the chair, holding court amidst greasy parts and grimy dust balls, and still, somehow, so in charge, he was totally enjoying it.

And the fact she wanted to know about him and where he was from didn’t feel too shabby.

“Up north, a place called Jack’s Bay. On a couple of lakes, up past Peterborough. Not a tiny place, but not huge either. Big enough so you don’t know everyone in town, but honestly, it’s the kind of place where you want to. Most of the time, anyway.”

She sat and listened, thoughtful.

“Gorgeous country, up north. You ever been?”

“I’ve been to Hamblin’s, in Lakefield.” She perked up, and her voice took on an intoning quality. “Home of five billion flavors of homemade ice-cream. Why? ‘Cause we’re nuts.” She laughed. “That’s me teasing, not them. It was enough of a landmark, and the ice-cream amazingly good enough, that we stopped twice. Once on the way up and once on the way back, when my parents took me to Bancroft. Triple cones, all around, I seem to remember.

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