He smiled. “I’d like that.” He looked at the graph she’d made. “I wonder…”
“What?”
“Well, you know in English, like a double negative.”
Brett F
alcone knew what a double negative was? “Yeah…what are you getting at?”
“Like we said, negative two times two is like having two sets of negative two which is negative four, right?”
“So having negative two sets of negative two would be a double negative, right? So that would make it positive.”
“Oh my God.” Kathryn shook her head as a light bulb lit. Had the Italian Stallion truly figured this out? “You’re saying that having negative two sets of negative two would be like having two sets of two.”
“Yeah. The double negative makes it a positive.”
“Oh my God,” she said again. “That actually makes sense.”
“It does?”
“Yes, Brett, it does!” She jumped up. “If you didn’t have two sets of negative two, you’d have two sets of positive two, which would equal the same thing. You’re right, it’s a double negative! And that explains why it shows a positive volume on the graph.” She picked up the paper and stared at it, awestruck. Brett Falcone was not stupid. Mr. Phillips was right. He was intelligent. He just didn’t know it. Very intelligent. And very, very attractive to her right now.
“Amazing. If you had two sets of two, you’d have four. If you lost two sets of two, you’d have negative four. But if you lost two sets of not having two, the double negative results in gaining four. You’re a genius, Brett! A genius!”
Her heart soared. Knowledge was such a beautiful thing. Emotion swelled within her, and before she could think about what she was doing, she pulled Brett up from the couch and wrapped her arms around him.
And before she knew what was happening, he kissed her.
Chapter Five
“You haven’t changed a bit, Kath,” Brett said as she opened the door.
Neither had he. In fact, he looked even better than he had twenty years ago. He was no longer a boy. He was a man. A very handsome, sexy, hot man. Her body quivered.
She let out a shaky laugh. “I have a few wrinkles that say otherwise. And the gray hairs.”
“I don’t see any gray hairs.”
“Only my hair stylist knows for sure,” she quipped.
“Well, you look beautiful. You were always beautiful.”
“Even in middle school?”
He frowned. “I thought we’d gotten past that.”
She nodded. What had she been thinking, dredging up that horrible time that they’d gotten past long ago? “I’m sorry. Truly. We got past that twenty years ago. I’m just a little nervous, to be honest.”
“Me too.” He stepped through the door and shut it behind him. “Let’s just get this out of the way then.”
He gripped her neck, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his mouth to hers.
His lips—so firm, yet so soft at the same time—glided over hers provocatively, grazing at first, barely touching. His tongue slid traced first her upper, then her lower lip. Kathryn squirmed. Oh, to be kissed like this again. By Brett Falcone. The one true love of her life. Could it actually be happening?
She would awaken any minute. Slide from the passion of this nocturnal fantasy…
He pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of her mouth and chuckled huskily. “You do remember how to kiss, don’t you Kath?”