phone?”
Remi swallowed and rolled her lips in. “Um…in my purse. In
the living room.”
Delise pursed her lips and planted her hands on her hips. “Remi,
I can’t believe you! I said I’d call and you’d better answer and…”
“I know, I know, but I forgot all about that and we
were…um…kind of busy.” She tried to ignore the smirks on the faces of the
policemen. “But I’m okay, truly.”
“I guess we can go, then,” one officer said.
“I am so sorry,” Delise said to them. “But I really
thought…she’d left with a stranger and we’d arranged…well…thank you.”
“Hey,” said the other officer, looking at Jason. “Aren’t you…”
“No,” Jason said firmly, turning away. Remi shot a glance at
him as the officers shrugged and left. As she closed the door, she saw with
relief they’d turned off the flashing lights. What would the neighbors think?
Lord!
She turned back to Delise and Jason, both eyeing each other
and giving each other tight smiles.
“I’ll go home now,” Delise said. “I’m sorry to interrupt
you, but dammit, Remi…”
“I know. I know.” She held up a hand. “I take
responsibility. You did say that and I just forgot. I never thought you’d
actually call the police, though!”
“I’ve been phoning you for the last two hours! I started
calling an hour after you left and…well, that was fast work is all I can say.”
Jason grinned.
Remi’s insides shook and burned. “I’m sorry, Delise.”
She hugged her friend, then watched her out the window as
she got into her car and drove away. She again turned back to face Jason. “I am
so sorry,” she whispered, putting her hands to her mouth.
“Yeah. Well. Maybe I’d better go.”
She wanted to protest, but clamped her mouth shut and
followed him back to the bedroom where the rest of his clothes were. She pulled
out her thick, white terry robe and replaced Jason’s shirt with it. Reluctantly
she handed the shirt over to him. Silky soft, it smelled delicious, like him,
warm male and spicy shower gel.
When he’d finished dressing, having stuffed his tie into his
suit pocket, he paused. “I’ll need to call a taxi.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
He pulled out a cell phone and punched in a number—taxi on
speed dial?—then she led him to the front door where his coat hung.
This wasn’t ending the way she would have liked.
Dammit.
“I’m sorry,” she began again, but he stopped her with a
finger on her lips.
“Stop apologizing,” he said softly and he took her into his
arms and pulled her up against him. She went up on her toes and it still wasn’t
enough, so he lifted her right off the floor and kissed her. “It’s okay.”
Another kiss. “Can I have your number, at least? I’ll call you.”
Sure he would.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, loving the feel of him
holding her like that. “Apparently I’m not really meant to have fun.”
“Oh come on. Everyone is meant to have fun. This is funny. I’ve
never had the cops break in on me while…uh…”
Her cheeks heated again and she wriggled down. She wrote her
cell number on a notepad, ripped the page off and handed it to him. The lights
of a taxi pulling up outside swept over them.
He grinned and stuck the paper in his pocket, cupped her
chin in his fingers and brushed one more kiss over her mouth. “Night, Remi. I
had fun tonight.”
“Me too.” She watched him leave through the small window of
the door, her heart constricting inside her chest. “Oh, me too. So much fun.”
* * * * *
“What do you mean they’re not coming?” Remi stared at the
principal, a chill sliding over her. “There are two hundred and fifty kids in
the auditorium waiting for them.”
Jennifer grimaced. “Jemar Fast was charged with drunk
driving on the weekend. Not a good role model for the kids.”
Remi’s brows pulled down and she rubbed between her eyes. “Great.
Just great.” She’d worked so hard to get the kickoff rally for the Stars
Remi swallowed and rolled her lips in. “Um…in my purse. In
the living room.”
Delise pursed her lips and planted her hands on her hips. “Remi,
I can’t believe you! I said I’d call and you’d better answer and…”
“I know, I know, but I forgot all about that and we
were…um…kind of busy.” She tried to ignore the smirks on the faces of the
policemen. “But I’m okay, truly.”
“I guess we can go, then,” one officer said.
“I am so sorry,” Delise said to them. “But I really
thought…she’d left with a stranger and we’d arranged…well…thank you.”
“Hey,” said the other officer, looking at Jason. “Aren’t you…”
“No,” Jason said firmly, turning away. Remi shot a glance at
him as the officers shrugged and left. As she closed the door, she saw with
relief they’d turned off the flashing lights. What would the neighbors think?
Lord!
She turned back to Delise and Jason, both eyeing each other
and giving each other tight smiles.
“I’ll go home now,” Delise said. “I’m sorry to interrupt
you, but dammit, Remi…”
“I know. I know.” She held up a hand. “I take
responsibility. You did say that and I just forgot. I never thought you’d
actually call the police, though!”
“I’ve been phoning you for the last two hours! I started
calling an hour after you left and…well, that was fast work is all I can say.”
Jason grinned.
Remi’s insides shook and burned. “I’m sorry, Delise.”
She hugged her friend, then watched her out the window as
she got into her car and drove away. She again turned back to face Jason. “I am
so sorry,” she whispered, putting her hands to her mouth.
“Yeah. Well. Maybe I’d better go.”
She wanted to protest, but clamped her mouth shut and
followed him back to the bedroom where the rest of his clothes were. She pulled
out her thick, white terry robe and replaced Jason’s shirt with it. Reluctantly
she handed the shirt over to him. Silky soft, it smelled delicious, like him,
warm male and spicy shower gel.
When he’d finished dressing, having stuffed his tie into his
suit pocket, he paused. “I’ll need to call a taxi.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
He pulled out a cell phone and punched in a number—taxi on
speed dial?—then she led him to the front door where his coat hung.
This wasn’t ending the way she would have liked.
Dammit.
“I’m sorry,” she began again, but he stopped her with a
finger on her lips.
“Stop apologizing,” he said softly and he took her into his
arms and pulled her up against him. She went up on her toes and it still wasn’t
enough, so he lifted her right off the floor and kissed her. “It’s okay.”
Another kiss. “Can I have your number, at least? I’ll call you.”
Sure he would.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, loving the feel of him
holding her like that. “Apparently I’m not really meant to have fun.”
“Oh come on. Everyone is meant to have fun. This is funny. I’ve
never had the cops break in on me while…uh…”
Her cheeks heated again and she wriggled down. She wrote her
cell number on a notepad, ripped the page off and handed it to him. The lights
of a taxi pulling up outside swept over them.
He grinned and stuck the paper in his pocket, cupped her
chin in his fingers and brushed one more kiss over her mouth. “Night, Remi. I
had fun tonight.”
“Me too.” She watched him leave through the small window of
the door, her heart constricting inside her chest. “Oh, me too. So much fun.”
* * * * *
“What do you mean they’re not coming?” Remi stared at the
principal, a chill sliding over her. “There are two hundred and fifty kids in
the auditorium waiting for them.”
Jennifer grimaced. “Jemar Fast was charged with drunk
driving on the weekend. Not a good role model for the kids.”
Remi’s brows pulled down and she rubbed between her eyes. “Great.
Just great.” She’d worked so hard to get the kickoff rally for the Stars
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