normally.
“No— Stay ,” Walter ordered huskily, but had to stop talking before he swore at her for pulling away from him.
As Jane backed up, he stayed frozen where he was, not sure it was wise to walk in his condition. Nothing on him ever twitched around Jane. Everything just went from flaccid to rigid with lightning speed. In fact, all his body parts seemed to function at maximum capacity in Jane Fox’s presence. It was a way worse problem to have than nothing twitching at all, and considerably more uncomfortable.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? Or are you truly in denial?” Walter asked.
When Jane’s gaze dropped to sweep the front of him, her olive complexion was suddenly infused with various shades of pink. Walter wanted to shout “Hallelujah!” when her alarmed gaze rose back to meet his determined one.
“My mother is a very insistent woman. Whatever you’re thinking right now, hold that thought until I take this phone call,” he ordered.
“What are you talking about? I’m not thinking anything,” Jane denied, the lie clogging her throat so much that she had to clear it.
“Yes you are, and I like it,” Walter replied sternly, laughing at both her bold lie and her shock at him calling her on it.
He took a single step toward Jane intending to prove it was the truth if necessary, only to end up laughing again when she backed up a single step in return. He couldn’t help being thrilled or grinning about it. The predator in him was still on full alert, and the urge to pounce on Jane Fox was becoming nearly impossible to ignore.
“Stop looking at me that way, Walter,” Jane demanded, embarrassed by the tremor in her voice. Two seconds more and he would have kissed her again. She wanted it more than she wanted her next breath.
Bad Jane, she thought, very bad Jane.
She raised a hand and swept back her hair for something to do. Now he was making her nervous. Walter wasn’t the only one acting crazy.
“You know what, Jane Fox? My grandfather warned me about women like you,” Walter said, grinning at the panic that flared in her gaze at his words.
“ Harrison? What did that outrageous old man have to say about me? I mean—about women like me,” Jane demanded.
Walter laughed. “Hang around until I finish with my mother and I’ll show you.”
His flirty dare snapped Jane out of the fog of her lust. “No, thanks. I think I’ll come back tomorrow. You seem really busy today. See you later, Walter.”
“Running away again?” Walter demanded, walking beside her as he headed back to take the phone call.
“Of course not. Don’t be childish. I’m leaving you to get back to your business. I’m sure my presence is nothing but a distraction,” Jane said.
“You got that much right, but come back anyway. I want to see you, Jane. I want to. . . hey, where are going in such a hurry? There’s no fire here. I’m a trained fireman. I’m sure I would know if there was one,” Walter called, watching Jane waving over her shoulder, as she literally did run toward the front entrance and out the door.
He laughed again, shaking his head this time. What else could he do?
Then he was suddenly wishing like hell that he’d worn jeans that day. He could have used the support of tighter pants.
“Well, damn. Kissing me is not that scary,” he said aloud.
Behind him Amanda giggled and it made him turn.
“Your wicked intentions about that woman are being broadcasted in your face, Walter. I’d pay good money to have Daniel look at me that way. Why don’t you talk to him for me?” she teased.
“Are you saying when you move in with someone, the fun is over?” Walter asked, grinning at her teasing. Amanda and Daniel were the happiest couple he knew.
Amanda giggled. “No. I’m just saying it takes a lot for Daniel to let himself show that he feels that strongly. You’re not like most guys, Walter. You’re not afraid to admit how you feel. But you also don’t play nice with girls
“No— Stay ,” Walter ordered huskily, but had to stop talking before he swore at her for pulling away from him.
As Jane backed up, he stayed frozen where he was, not sure it was wise to walk in his condition. Nothing on him ever twitched around Jane. Everything just went from flaccid to rigid with lightning speed. In fact, all his body parts seemed to function at maximum capacity in Jane Fox’s presence. It was a way worse problem to have than nothing twitching at all, and considerably more uncomfortable.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? Or are you truly in denial?” Walter asked.
When Jane’s gaze dropped to sweep the front of him, her olive complexion was suddenly infused with various shades of pink. Walter wanted to shout “Hallelujah!” when her alarmed gaze rose back to meet his determined one.
“My mother is a very insistent woman. Whatever you’re thinking right now, hold that thought until I take this phone call,” he ordered.
“What are you talking about? I’m not thinking anything,” Jane denied, the lie clogging her throat so much that she had to clear it.
“Yes you are, and I like it,” Walter replied sternly, laughing at both her bold lie and her shock at him calling her on it.
He took a single step toward Jane intending to prove it was the truth if necessary, only to end up laughing again when she backed up a single step in return. He couldn’t help being thrilled or grinning about it. The predator in him was still on full alert, and the urge to pounce on Jane Fox was becoming nearly impossible to ignore.
“Stop looking at me that way, Walter,” Jane demanded, embarrassed by the tremor in her voice. Two seconds more and he would have kissed her again. She wanted it more than she wanted her next breath.
Bad Jane, she thought, very bad Jane.
She raised a hand and swept back her hair for something to do. Now he was making her nervous. Walter wasn’t the only one acting crazy.
“You know what, Jane Fox? My grandfather warned me about women like you,” Walter said, grinning at the panic that flared in her gaze at his words.
“ Harrison? What did that outrageous old man have to say about me? I mean—about women like me,” Jane demanded.
Walter laughed. “Hang around until I finish with my mother and I’ll show you.”
His flirty dare snapped Jane out of the fog of her lust. “No, thanks. I think I’ll come back tomorrow. You seem really busy today. See you later, Walter.”
“Running away again?” Walter demanded, walking beside her as he headed back to take the phone call.
“Of course not. Don’t be childish. I’m leaving you to get back to your business. I’m sure my presence is nothing but a distraction,” Jane said.
“You got that much right, but come back anyway. I want to see you, Jane. I want to. . . hey, where are going in such a hurry? There’s no fire here. I’m a trained fireman. I’m sure I would know if there was one,” Walter called, watching Jane waving over her shoulder, as she literally did run toward the front entrance and out the door.
He laughed again, shaking his head this time. What else could he do?
Then he was suddenly wishing like hell that he’d worn jeans that day. He could have used the support of tighter pants.
“Well, damn. Kissing me is not that scary,” he said aloud.
Behind him Amanda giggled and it made him turn.
“Your wicked intentions about that woman are being broadcasted in your face, Walter. I’d pay good money to have Daniel look at me that way. Why don’t you talk to him for me?” she teased.
“Are you saying when you move in with someone, the fun is over?” Walter asked, grinning at her teasing. Amanda and Daniel were the happiest couple he knew.
Amanda giggled. “No. I’m just saying it takes a lot for Daniel to let himself show that he feels that strongly. You’re not like most guys, Walter. You’re not afraid to admit how you feel. But you also don’t play nice with girls
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