blonde and brunette on the trail, the same two women they'd seen countless times before on their evening workouts, and Zack turned slightly when the brunette grinned at him.He should follow her, strike up a conversation, sate his needs with a little light bantering, maybe a one-nighter with no strings. The kind of night that didn't require a commitment. After all, her tight pink spandex shorts and white sports bra left little to the imagination, her flirty smile seemed inviting, just as it had the other times he'd seen her.
But he kept running, knowing he hadn't felt a single spark ignite within his body when she'd looked at him. What was wrong with him?
He must be overworked. Stressed over his business. Tomorrow he had to meet with a new client, to discuss his product... laundry detergent, of all things. It sounded boring, but if he landed the account, it could mean big money. The difference between stability and scraping by from month to month for the next year. And God knows he needed stability.
"Jenna mention that class she's taking?" Mark asked.
Zack's foot hit a rock and he stumbled, then swore.
Zack forced himself to slow down. Sometimes he forgot his legs were four inches longer than Mark's. "Yeah, Husband Hunting 101. Sounds crazy to me."
Mark chuckled. "Colleen seems to think she won't need it. Once she meets her friend, Blair, she'll be a goner. Colleen's already planning the wedding."
Zack glared at his brother. "Blair? What kind of name is that for a man?"
"I think he's a third generation some- thing-or-other."
"Third generation what? Wuss?"
"Zack," Mark growled. "What's wrong with you? Ever since I got married, you've been on edge."
Zack shrugged. It had nothing to do with that, but he'd be damned if he'd admit the truth, that Jenna Barrett had gotten under his skin today and set it aflame.
And he needed more than a jog in the park with his brother to extinguish the flames.
Chapter 5
Sexual fulfillment is only half the battle of a happy marriage. The other half is friendship and commitment.
Jenna closed her notebook, memorizing the statement Heloise had discussed during the class period, hoping she could boot the comment from her brain the next time Zack West decided to kiss her senseless.
Some of the other people from class were headed to a local bar, but Jenna had decided to accompany Cooking Carol to the community center. She was surprised to see Weird William leave with Practical Paula. Maybe he'd gotten the message about washing her hair. But Paula and William? That seemed desperate.
Maybe Paula could talk him into some psychotherapy.
A few minutes later, she strolled into an open reception being sponsored by the cooking club, her mind still boggled by memories of Zack's lips on hers—and his reaction to it. Angel had teased her all day about seeing her plastered all over Zack at the entrance to the store.
Jenna grimaced at the fact that she had literally run a man off.
But that kiss certainly had been titillating.
Maybe Zack wasn't marriage material, but if she wanted to have a wild, wonderful fling, he definitely topped her list of candidates. Could she handle a brief affair and walk away with her heart intact?
If Zack turned out to be the kind of spectacular lover she suspected him to be, would she able to marry another man and make love to him with the same passionate response as she'd felt with Zack?
She shook off the disturbing thoughts. Zack had said the kiss was a mistake, he was embarrassed by the moment, it would never happen again.
End of story.
And there were only five more weeks of class. She needed to concentrate on her search for a husband. After all, rule number one was to avoid commitaphobics, and Zack was exactly that.
Inside the clubhouse, tables draped with white linen cloths were covered with an array of fancy desserts and appetizers. Men and women mingled along the buffet, and a cash bar was strategically placed in the corner of the elegant dining
But he kept running, knowing he hadn't felt a single spark ignite within his body when she'd looked at him. What was wrong with him?
He must be overworked. Stressed over his business. Tomorrow he had to meet with a new client, to discuss his product... laundry detergent, of all things. It sounded boring, but if he landed the account, it could mean big money. The difference between stability and scraping by from month to month for the next year. And God knows he needed stability.
"Jenna mention that class she's taking?" Mark asked.
Zack's foot hit a rock and he stumbled, then swore.
Zack forced himself to slow down. Sometimes he forgot his legs were four inches longer than Mark's. "Yeah, Husband Hunting 101. Sounds crazy to me."
Mark chuckled. "Colleen seems to think she won't need it. Once she meets her friend, Blair, she'll be a goner. Colleen's already planning the wedding."
Zack glared at his brother. "Blair? What kind of name is that for a man?"
"I think he's a third generation some- thing-or-other."
"Third generation what? Wuss?"
"Zack," Mark growled. "What's wrong with you? Ever since I got married, you've been on edge."
Zack shrugged. It had nothing to do with that, but he'd be damned if he'd admit the truth, that Jenna Barrett had gotten under his skin today and set it aflame.
And he needed more than a jog in the park with his brother to extinguish the flames.
Chapter 5
Sexual fulfillment is only half the battle of a happy marriage. The other half is friendship and commitment.
Jenna closed her notebook, memorizing the statement Heloise had discussed during the class period, hoping she could boot the comment from her brain the next time Zack West decided to kiss her senseless.
Some of the other people from class were headed to a local bar, but Jenna had decided to accompany Cooking Carol to the community center. She was surprised to see Weird William leave with Practical Paula. Maybe he'd gotten the message about washing her hair. But Paula and William? That seemed desperate.
Maybe Paula could talk him into some psychotherapy.
A few minutes later, she strolled into an open reception being sponsored by the cooking club, her mind still boggled by memories of Zack's lips on hers—and his reaction to it. Angel had teased her all day about seeing her plastered all over Zack at the entrance to the store.
Jenna grimaced at the fact that she had literally run a man off.
But that kiss certainly had been titillating.
Maybe Zack wasn't marriage material, but if she wanted to have a wild, wonderful fling, he definitely topped her list of candidates. Could she handle a brief affair and walk away with her heart intact?
If Zack turned out to be the kind of spectacular lover she suspected him to be, would she able to marry another man and make love to him with the same passionate response as she'd felt with Zack?
She shook off the disturbing thoughts. Zack had said the kiss was a mistake, he was embarrassed by the moment, it would never happen again.
End of story.
And there were only five more weeks of class. She needed to concentrate on her search for a husband. After all, rule number one was to avoid commitaphobics, and Zack was exactly that.
Inside the clubhouse, tables draped with white linen cloths were covered with an array of fancy desserts and appetizers. Men and women mingled along the buffet, and a cash bar was strategically placed in the corner of the elegant dining
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