Worth, she’d decided her attraction to Liam was nothing but chemistry. Put two single, attractive people in close proximity with alcoholic drinks and no cell service, well, nature was going to do its thing.
When she crossed the Dallas County line, Spencer had convinced herself that this whole encounter with Liam-the-Mystery-Man was funny, really.
Funny as hell but nothing real. It couldn’t be.
For one, her hormones were clearly in overdrive. Liam had only kissed her twice. Delicious kisses that were making her tingle from her lips to her fingertips to her toes, pressing into the gas pedal, speeding faster than she should. Kisses shouldn’t make her state trooper bait.
So that meant that, two, she needed companionship. She’d been working a lot and it’d been almost a year since she’d broken up with Thomas. Shouldn’t be a surprise she’d reacted to Liam’s touch…plus, the man was one helluva kisser.
Back at her condo, she unpacked the white cover up, and the tingling returned to her fingers at the memory of wet, muscular arms around her. It was strictly a chemical reaction. There was no other explanation for her to be this attracted to a stranger. With tattoos.
She had reasons for relationships. Good reasons. Logical reasons. And there was no reason to deviate from them now.
Who gave a shit if he had an amazing chest? Or how eyes with little crinkles at the side could make her feel like she had swallowed a wind-up toy, or how a single, sweet, kiss made her want to pound on Zach Buchanan’s bedroom door for spare condoms? (Zach always packed a few “just in case.” Had since he was sixteen.) Her reaction to Liam was a moment of temporary insanity, spurred by the bachelor party vibe of JT’s birthday celebration. She had real life to worry about, a firm to run, clients to represent.
During the weekly Monday morning meeting at Hightower & Associates, the receptionist knocked on the door before entering and led a young man with perfectly gelled hair and a dark gray suit into the room.
“Can I help you?” Spencer asked.
“I’m looking for Spencer.” The man announced.
“That’s me.” She nodded, and the man handed her a shocking pink box. Then he turned and left without another word.
Nora, Rainey, and Spencer stared down at the box. “Wha…?” Nora’s question was cut off. The box vibrated. Rainey screamed. Nora jumped out of her chair. Spencer froze, trying to remember what the Secret Service had told her to do when a bomb was delivered in hot pink giftwrap. Then the opening notes of a song rang out. As far as Spencer knew, bombs didn’t serenade before exploding.
Spencer unwrapped the box and pulled out a brand new Blackberry playing a ringtone.
You got to know when to hold ‘em
Nora frowned. “Is that..?”
You got to know when to fold ‘em
“Kenny Rogers?” Rainey asked in horror.
Know when to walk away. Know when to run.
Spencer checked the caller ID but she already knew who’d answer. Liam.
“Hi.” Spencer answered the phone, unable to stop the grin spreading over her face.
“Hey,” came Liam’s voice on the other end. “I didn’t have your number. I asked JT, but he didn’t want to give your number out.”
“Smart man.”
“Hey, I promised to be a gentleman, and he agreed that you should go out with me.”
“Did he now?” Spencer asked.
“No, he actually didn’t,” Liam said.
“Sounds more like it.” She laughed.
“You didn’t have a phone. I know Zach was supposed to replace yours, but I wasn’t sure when he was going to get to that. And since we have a date tonight, I needed a way to get in touch with you.”
“So you bought me a phone?”
“Yeah. Zach said we’re even for the poker game.” There was a silence.
Spencer was aware she was beaming like a maniac, and that Nora and Rainey stared at her. It was a miracle they hadn’t grabbed the phone out of her hands and demanded answers from the mystery caller.
“Thank you,” Spencer
When she crossed the Dallas County line, Spencer had convinced herself that this whole encounter with Liam-the-Mystery-Man was funny, really.
Funny as hell but nothing real. It couldn’t be.
For one, her hormones were clearly in overdrive. Liam had only kissed her twice. Delicious kisses that were making her tingle from her lips to her fingertips to her toes, pressing into the gas pedal, speeding faster than she should. Kisses shouldn’t make her state trooper bait.
So that meant that, two, she needed companionship. She’d been working a lot and it’d been almost a year since she’d broken up with Thomas. Shouldn’t be a surprise she’d reacted to Liam’s touch…plus, the man was one helluva kisser.
Back at her condo, she unpacked the white cover up, and the tingling returned to her fingers at the memory of wet, muscular arms around her. It was strictly a chemical reaction. There was no other explanation for her to be this attracted to a stranger. With tattoos.
She had reasons for relationships. Good reasons. Logical reasons. And there was no reason to deviate from them now.
Who gave a shit if he had an amazing chest? Or how eyes with little crinkles at the side could make her feel like she had swallowed a wind-up toy, or how a single, sweet, kiss made her want to pound on Zach Buchanan’s bedroom door for spare condoms? (Zach always packed a few “just in case.” Had since he was sixteen.) Her reaction to Liam was a moment of temporary insanity, spurred by the bachelor party vibe of JT’s birthday celebration. She had real life to worry about, a firm to run, clients to represent.
During the weekly Monday morning meeting at Hightower & Associates, the receptionist knocked on the door before entering and led a young man with perfectly gelled hair and a dark gray suit into the room.
“Can I help you?” Spencer asked.
“I’m looking for Spencer.” The man announced.
“That’s me.” She nodded, and the man handed her a shocking pink box. Then he turned and left without another word.
Nora, Rainey, and Spencer stared down at the box. “Wha…?” Nora’s question was cut off. The box vibrated. Rainey screamed. Nora jumped out of her chair. Spencer froze, trying to remember what the Secret Service had told her to do when a bomb was delivered in hot pink giftwrap. Then the opening notes of a song rang out. As far as Spencer knew, bombs didn’t serenade before exploding.
Spencer unwrapped the box and pulled out a brand new Blackberry playing a ringtone.
You got to know when to hold ‘em
Nora frowned. “Is that..?”
You got to know when to fold ‘em
“Kenny Rogers?” Rainey asked in horror.
Know when to walk away. Know when to run.
Spencer checked the caller ID but she already knew who’d answer. Liam.
“Hi.” Spencer answered the phone, unable to stop the grin spreading over her face.
“Hey,” came Liam’s voice on the other end. “I didn’t have your number. I asked JT, but he didn’t want to give your number out.”
“Smart man.”
“Hey, I promised to be a gentleman, and he agreed that you should go out with me.”
“Did he now?” Spencer asked.
“No, he actually didn’t,” Liam said.
“Sounds more like it.” She laughed.
“You didn’t have a phone. I know Zach was supposed to replace yours, but I wasn’t sure when he was going to get to that. And since we have a date tonight, I needed a way to get in touch with you.”
“So you bought me a phone?”
“Yeah. Zach said we’re even for the poker game.” There was a silence.
Spencer was aware she was beaming like a maniac, and that Nora and Rainey stared at her. It was a miracle they hadn’t grabbed the phone out of her hands and demanded answers from the mystery caller.
“Thank you,” Spencer
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