wrong with my hair? I pay good money to get it styled like this.”
He snorted. “Then you’re wasting your money. And maybe you should think about wearing real clothes.”
“ Real clothes? Do you always have so much to say about the way the women you sleep with look?”
“Usually they look normal. Not weird.”
Darcy looked as if she might explode in her chair. “ Weird? I have a distinctive style.”
Jack knew he was shoving his foot deeper in his mouth but he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was like if he tore her apart it would somehow excuse his sleeping with her. And chase her away so she wouldn’t tempt him anymore. “It’s not distinctive. It looks stupid.”
“My hair looks stupid? At least it’s smarter than you. I wasn’t all alone on my birthday while everyone else went home with someone.”
Jack felt the words almost like a body blow. Even with the lustfest he’d fallen into with Darcy he hadn’t been able to get away from that one miserable fact—he was alone and likely to stay that way for at least the foreseeable future.
Why was it that all his friends had been able to find someone to share their lives with but not him? Where was the woman he’d been waiting for? Certainly not sitting across the table from him, looking like a greeting card pixie with a sharp tongue.
He shoved the chair back from the table and stood up. “Get dressed. I’ll take you back to your car.” He walked over to the sink and dumped the rest of his coffee.
“Jack, I—”
“Don’t apologise.” He stood with his back to her. “You’re right. Let’s just chalk this weekend up to one big mistake and go back to our regular lives.”
“Jack,” she began again.
“Get dressed, Darcy.” His jaw was clenched so tightly he thought it would break. “It’s Sunday. I don’t know if you have things to take care of but I sure do.”
Yeah, sure. Like sitting around with Mr Big and feeling sorry for myself.
He heard the scrape of her chair as she got up. Then she was beside him, rinsing out her cup.
“I’ll just be a minute.”
He stood by the front door, jingling his keys impatiently, until she emerged from the bedroom, teetering on those impossibly high heels.
“And get yourself a decent pair of shoes before you break your neck.” He yanked the door open. “Let’s go.”
The silence in the car on the drive to Eli’s was so thick a knife could have cut through it. Jack had nothing to say and obviously Darcy didn’t, either. How the hell had he got himself into this situation, anyway? But even as he berated himself his cock was very much aware of her presence and was pushing hard against the fly of his jeans to get out. And get in. Her. Again.
Shit, shit, shit.
He was relieved when Eli’s finally came into view and he wheeled into the car park.
“And another thing,” he said. “Who in hell drives a purple car?”
“You already asked me that once, and I told you. I do. Get over it.” She climbed out of the car. “At least it shows people I’m not a stick in the mud, like people who drive dull black.”
She slammed the door of his black SUV and stomped off to her car. If indeed you could stomp on those heels.
The side door was propped open again only this time Eli was standing there, watching with interest. He waved for Jack to hold up as he walked over to his vehicle. Irritated at being unable to just peel away, Jack rolled down the window.
“What?” he snapped.
“My, my, aren’t we in a jolly mood today.” Eli grinned. “This is getting to be a habit.”
“What is?”
Eli laughed. “Don’t give me that. This is two nights in a row you brought Darcy O’Connor back to her car, and I’m assuming you didn’t just find her standing on a street corner.”
“I have to go, Eli.” Jack shifted into Drive.
“It’s okay,” the bar owner said. “You need to lighten up your life a little. And Darcy’s just the one to do it.” He had his hand on the frame of the
He snorted. “Then you’re wasting your money. And maybe you should think about wearing real clothes.”
“ Real clothes? Do you always have so much to say about the way the women you sleep with look?”
“Usually they look normal. Not weird.”
Darcy looked as if she might explode in her chair. “ Weird? I have a distinctive style.”
Jack knew he was shoving his foot deeper in his mouth but he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was like if he tore her apart it would somehow excuse his sleeping with her. And chase her away so she wouldn’t tempt him anymore. “It’s not distinctive. It looks stupid.”
“My hair looks stupid? At least it’s smarter than you. I wasn’t all alone on my birthday while everyone else went home with someone.”
Jack felt the words almost like a body blow. Even with the lustfest he’d fallen into with Darcy he hadn’t been able to get away from that one miserable fact—he was alone and likely to stay that way for at least the foreseeable future.
Why was it that all his friends had been able to find someone to share their lives with but not him? Where was the woman he’d been waiting for? Certainly not sitting across the table from him, looking like a greeting card pixie with a sharp tongue.
He shoved the chair back from the table and stood up. “Get dressed. I’ll take you back to your car.” He walked over to the sink and dumped the rest of his coffee.
“Jack, I—”
“Don’t apologise.” He stood with his back to her. “You’re right. Let’s just chalk this weekend up to one big mistake and go back to our regular lives.”
“Jack,” she began again.
“Get dressed, Darcy.” His jaw was clenched so tightly he thought it would break. “It’s Sunday. I don’t know if you have things to take care of but I sure do.”
Yeah, sure. Like sitting around with Mr Big and feeling sorry for myself.
He heard the scrape of her chair as she got up. Then she was beside him, rinsing out her cup.
“I’ll just be a minute.”
He stood by the front door, jingling his keys impatiently, until she emerged from the bedroom, teetering on those impossibly high heels.
“And get yourself a decent pair of shoes before you break your neck.” He yanked the door open. “Let’s go.”
The silence in the car on the drive to Eli’s was so thick a knife could have cut through it. Jack had nothing to say and obviously Darcy didn’t, either. How the hell had he got himself into this situation, anyway? But even as he berated himself his cock was very much aware of her presence and was pushing hard against the fly of his jeans to get out. And get in. Her. Again.
Shit, shit, shit.
He was relieved when Eli’s finally came into view and he wheeled into the car park.
“And another thing,” he said. “Who in hell drives a purple car?”
“You already asked me that once, and I told you. I do. Get over it.” She climbed out of the car. “At least it shows people I’m not a stick in the mud, like people who drive dull black.”
She slammed the door of his black SUV and stomped off to her car. If indeed you could stomp on those heels.
The side door was propped open again only this time Eli was standing there, watching with interest. He waved for Jack to hold up as he walked over to his vehicle. Irritated at being unable to just peel away, Jack rolled down the window.
“What?” he snapped.
“My, my, aren’t we in a jolly mood today.” Eli grinned. “This is getting to be a habit.”
“What is?”
Eli laughed. “Don’t give me that. This is two nights in a row you brought Darcy O’Connor back to her car, and I’m assuming you didn’t just find her standing on a street corner.”
“I have to go, Eli.” Jack shifted into Drive.
“It’s okay,” the bar owner said. “You need to lighten up your life a little. And Darcy’s just the one to do it.” He had his hand on the frame of the
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