the container by the slider. She turned to Matt. “Is he still upset with me from this morning?”
“What happened this morning?” Joe asked her. Instead of answering, Eva carried her beer into the house. “What’d I say?”
Matt glared at David as the gang walked to the picnic table. “Let it go.”
“I’ll see if she needs any help,” Madeline said.
Madeline kissed Joe’s head as she stood. Damn—his kiss on her hand at the restaurant, his kiss on her cheek in Eva’s kitchen, and now her lips on his temple—he felt a zap each time. He squeezed her hand and smiled. As he watched her walk away, he sighed at those long sexy legs.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Matt said under his breath before joining the guys at the table. The band had played so well last night that three people had hired them for paying gigs this fall.
“And how many phone numbers did you get?” Joe asked.
“David got two numbers, the rest of us one each,” Jimmy replied.
“Not bad for your first performance. Once you’re comfortable on stage, you can pick a girl in the crowd to sing directly to her,” Joe said with a chuckle.
“Does that work?” Nelson asked.
“In college, I dedicated a whole set to a woman. We played ‘Legs,’ ‘Pretty Woman,’ ‘Wild Thing,’ and a few others.” He remembered and laughed.
“Wow, really?” Tyler asked.
“And did you get the girl?” Madeline asked, standing behind him.
“Well, no, but the crowd ate it up and begged for more.”
“And if I remember right, Taylor married the guy she was with,” Eva stated, sitting next to Matt.
“Jeez, you sure know how to wreck a great story,” he said as the guys burst out laughing.
After dinner, the guys quizzed Joe about being in a band while Eva cleared the table. Madeline came in a few minutes later and offered to help. “Sure, it’s your fault I’m doing these. I had a bet with Matt. He said you and Joe would kiss before the night was over. Thanks a lot, Maddy.”
Laughing, Madeline picked up a towel. “I’ll dry. It’s the least I can do.”
“Hey, I have a meeting with Susan Dolan at BennTech about the flu vaccine. We’ve been under a lot of pressure to have it ready early. I’m not sure where her office is.”
“That’s not a problem. Security sits at the front desk. Once you sign for a visitor’s pass, they’ll walk you to her office. Eva, I’m not sorry you lost the bet.”
Joe met Madeline in the kitchen. “Ready to head out?” he asked her.
“Thanks for having us over,” Madeline said, giving Eva a hug.
So it’s ‘us,’ is it? Eva’d pursue a line of questioning with her brother later.
“How do you want to do this?” Joe asked, stopping along Sylvia’s street.
“More than likely, she’s in the kitchen. If you block the doorway, I’ll sneak past,” Madeline replied, taking the key to his Blue Room.
At the front door, he peeked through the window and saw the light on in the kitchen. With Madeline at his heels, he stopped at the kitchen’s entranceway. Sylvia flipped through her worn recipe book while Madeline continued down the hall.
“How’d it go with Earl?” Joe asked.
Not saying a word, she looked up from her book and shook her head. The hallway floor creaked. He covered it with his own body movement. He suddenly felt bad for teasing her earlier.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
She shut her book. “Breakfast will be ready at seven-thirty sharp. If you’re staying in, please lock the doors.”
“Okay, sure. Are you feeling all right?”
“Good night, Joseph.” She sighed and left the room.
Now, he felt like shit. He thought she liked his humor; she’d given him a hard time yesterday. Back in the Blue Room, he saw Madeline leaning against his headboard. She had taken out her ponytail; her hair fell over her shoulders. Her long bare legs stretched out along his bed. He watched her cross her ankles. Damn, he wanted her. Get your head straight, he told
“What happened this morning?” Joe asked her. Instead of answering, Eva carried her beer into the house. “What’d I say?”
Matt glared at David as the gang walked to the picnic table. “Let it go.”
“I’ll see if she needs any help,” Madeline said.
Madeline kissed Joe’s head as she stood. Damn—his kiss on her hand at the restaurant, his kiss on her cheek in Eva’s kitchen, and now her lips on his temple—he felt a zap each time. He squeezed her hand and smiled. As he watched her walk away, he sighed at those long sexy legs.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Matt said under his breath before joining the guys at the table. The band had played so well last night that three people had hired them for paying gigs this fall.
“And how many phone numbers did you get?” Joe asked.
“David got two numbers, the rest of us one each,” Jimmy replied.
“Not bad for your first performance. Once you’re comfortable on stage, you can pick a girl in the crowd to sing directly to her,” Joe said with a chuckle.
“Does that work?” Nelson asked.
“In college, I dedicated a whole set to a woman. We played ‘Legs,’ ‘Pretty Woman,’ ‘Wild Thing,’ and a few others.” He remembered and laughed.
“Wow, really?” Tyler asked.
“And did you get the girl?” Madeline asked, standing behind him.
“Well, no, but the crowd ate it up and begged for more.”
“And if I remember right, Taylor married the guy she was with,” Eva stated, sitting next to Matt.
“Jeez, you sure know how to wreck a great story,” he said as the guys burst out laughing.
After dinner, the guys quizzed Joe about being in a band while Eva cleared the table. Madeline came in a few minutes later and offered to help. “Sure, it’s your fault I’m doing these. I had a bet with Matt. He said you and Joe would kiss before the night was over. Thanks a lot, Maddy.”
Laughing, Madeline picked up a towel. “I’ll dry. It’s the least I can do.”
“Hey, I have a meeting with Susan Dolan at BennTech about the flu vaccine. We’ve been under a lot of pressure to have it ready early. I’m not sure where her office is.”
“That’s not a problem. Security sits at the front desk. Once you sign for a visitor’s pass, they’ll walk you to her office. Eva, I’m not sorry you lost the bet.”
Joe met Madeline in the kitchen. “Ready to head out?” he asked her.
“Thanks for having us over,” Madeline said, giving Eva a hug.
So it’s ‘us,’ is it? Eva’d pursue a line of questioning with her brother later.
“How do you want to do this?” Joe asked, stopping along Sylvia’s street.
“More than likely, she’s in the kitchen. If you block the doorway, I’ll sneak past,” Madeline replied, taking the key to his Blue Room.
At the front door, he peeked through the window and saw the light on in the kitchen. With Madeline at his heels, he stopped at the kitchen’s entranceway. Sylvia flipped through her worn recipe book while Madeline continued down the hall.
“How’d it go with Earl?” Joe asked.
Not saying a word, she looked up from her book and shook her head. The hallway floor creaked. He covered it with his own body movement. He suddenly felt bad for teasing her earlier.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
She shut her book. “Breakfast will be ready at seven-thirty sharp. If you’re staying in, please lock the doors.”
“Okay, sure. Are you feeling all right?”
“Good night, Joseph.” She sighed and left the room.
Now, he felt like shit. He thought she liked his humor; she’d given him a hard time yesterday. Back in the Blue Room, he saw Madeline leaning against his headboard. She had taken out her ponytail; her hair fell over her shoulders. Her long bare legs stretched out along his bed. He watched her cross her ankles. Damn, he wanted her. Get your head straight, he told
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