“I had a good time. I hope you’ll consider what I said.”
“Good night, Chris. Have fun in Sacramento.” She ignored his reply on purpose, didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Acknowledging it meant she should acknowledge her feelings. And she couldn’t do that.
He chuckled. “Oh yeah.”
And then he did something so unexpected he shocked the breath right out of her. Drawing closer, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. Soft and heady and with the slightest hint of tongue, a kiss designed to devastate her senses.
And make her want more.
It worked.
“’Night, Jane.” He released her, a tiny smile curving those sensuous lips, and she felt as if she’d been clubbed over the head.
Just the reaction he’d probably hoped for, too.
Thank goodness he would be gone for the next five days. She didn’t know if she’d be able to take much more of this.
Chapter Six
“So tell me—how did your date with Chris go last night?” Mindy finally asked the question Jane had been dreading. It had taken her more than two hours to just blurt it out. That must’ve been some sort of record—usually Mindy wanted all the details way sooner than that.
Jane shrugged, took another sip of coffee. “It really wasn’t a date.”
Mindy grinned and pinched a piece off the blueberry muffin in front of her, popping it into her mouth. “Liar.”
“It was fine. The movie was terrible.”
“Really? Which one did you see?”
Jane gave a brief description of the stupidity of it all. “Barely anyone was in the theater. Some of the people even walked out in the middle.”
“And you two didn’t? Why suffer through it? I’m sure they would’ve given you free tickets for something else.” Mindy paused, stared at Jane for a beat, then two. “You’re blushing. What did you do instead of watching that movie?”
Jane waved a hand in front of her face, cursing her fair complexion and propensity for blushing. Her face had always given her away. “Nothing.”
Mindy’s brows arched. “Did you kiss him?”
“Shh. Don’t say that. I don’t want the kids to hear.” All of them were in the family room watching cartoons, and she really didn’t need her children overhearing this particular conversation. “We didn’t kiss.”
“You little liar; you so did! Tell me, is he any good? He has such a sexy mouth.”
A deep blush flooded her skin at her sister’s words. “Mindy, you’re a married woman.”
“Hey, I can notice these things. And come on, you know it’s true. Besides, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m dead.” Mindy grimaced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it—”
“Stop it, don’t apologize. I know what you meant.” Jeez, no one in her family could mention anything about death without apologizing to her.
“So come on, give me a few details. Let me live through you,” Mindy urged.
“Fine. We may have kissed.” A tiny smile formed.
“And how was it?” Mindy rubbed her hands together, and Jane couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good to be so relaxed with her sister. Like back in the old days, when everything was so much more carefree.
“It was—good.” Not even close to good—more like fantastic, unbelievable, amazing. But she didn’t want to brag. And she didn’t want to dwell, since she wasn’t going to see him anymore. Why rub it in like salt in a wound?
“I bet it was more than good. But I understand if you don’t want to kiss and tell.”