just nice enough to drive me home last night when I drank a little too much.” Not wanting him to get a bad impression, she quickly added, “Not that I drink to excess often; it was a weird anomaly that will not be repeated. Ever. Not that I mind people that drink, I just usually have a few beers…”
Jakes stepped out of the house and rescued her.“What Rand is trying to explain, a little unsuccessfully, is that we’re just good friends.”
“Exactly,” Rand said, wanting to kick herself for being such a ninny and him for finding it funny.
Jay smiled. “Well good. So, are you interested?”
“Sure, just let me get my checkbook and I’ll by a ticket for all the guys.”
“That’s okay, you can bring it by the clinic. I just realized I actually don’t have any tickets on me,” Jay said, his face turning a deep red.
“Okay, sure Jay. Thanks for coming by,” Rand said, puzzled. Why would he come out to sell her tickets if he didn’t even have them?
“I’ll see you next week,” Jay said, nodding at Jake before turning around and heading back to his van.
Rand looked at Jake as Jay backed the van up. “Was that weird?”
Jake moved closer and patted her cheek. “I think he likes you.”
“Really? You think?” She asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. Jay was smart, nice, and loved animals, a perfect candidate for her temporary husband.
“Let’s get you some pancakes, okay?”
She nodded and followed him inside, worrying her bottom lip. She thought she knew what her problem might be, but it was terrifying to say it out loud. Jay was attractive and if what Jake said was true, probably would want a “physical” relationship. What if she decided to have sex with him and she was bad at it?
She sat down at the table, while Jake loaded her plate up. “If you keep gnawing on your lip, you’re going to poke a hole in it,” he said, setting her plate down in front of her.
She released her lip and played a bit with the pancake, stabbing it with her fork. “How do you know if you’re good at…kissing and stuff?”
Jake spluttered. “Stuff?”
“Never mind,” she said, looking down to hide her red cheeks as she stood up. “I’ve got things to do today. Thanks for breakfast
“You’ve haven’t even had a bite. And don’t get all uppity, I was just surprised is all,” he said, setting his plate down next to her and putting his hand on her shoulder. “Sit.”
She sat back down, and felt the feathery light brush of his hand as it slid from her shoulder to the bare skin of her arm. The caress had been so fleeting, she didn’t even know if he realized he’d done it but the goose bumps on her arm popped up anyway. What was this crazy reaction she kept having to Jake?
She took a small bite of her pancakes, chewing slowly before swallowing it down, waiting for the nausea to send her running for the toilet. Thankfully, it stayed down.
“You’ll be fine,” he said, surprising her that he even bothered to answer.
“I don’t think so. I have no idea how to do all this dating shit. I don’t even know how to flirt and play coy,” she said, stabbing her next bite in irritation.
“Really? Cause when you get a few drinks in you, you are surprisingly good at it,” he teased.
Her scowl was swift and deadly.
“Oh, if looks could eviscerate,” Jake said, shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth and giving her a mouth-closed-cheeks-stuffed-goofy-ass-grin, and she felt her mouth twitch, fighting a smile.
“I’m being serious,” she said, trying to sound stern.
“Okay, well, it probably looks something like this,” he said.
When she looked up from another bite of pancakes, he was fluttering his lashes and pursing his lips and she choked
“And then you say things like, ‘Well bless your heart, aren’t you a gentleman?” He added, raising his voice several octaves.
Grabbing her glass of orange juice, she tried to stall the coughing fit of
Jakes stepped out of the house and rescued her.“What Rand is trying to explain, a little unsuccessfully, is that we’re just good friends.”
“Exactly,” Rand said, wanting to kick herself for being such a ninny and him for finding it funny.
Jay smiled. “Well good. So, are you interested?”
“Sure, just let me get my checkbook and I’ll by a ticket for all the guys.”
“That’s okay, you can bring it by the clinic. I just realized I actually don’t have any tickets on me,” Jay said, his face turning a deep red.
“Okay, sure Jay. Thanks for coming by,” Rand said, puzzled. Why would he come out to sell her tickets if he didn’t even have them?
“I’ll see you next week,” Jay said, nodding at Jake before turning around and heading back to his van.
Rand looked at Jake as Jay backed the van up. “Was that weird?”
Jake moved closer and patted her cheek. “I think he likes you.”
“Really? You think?” She asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. Jay was smart, nice, and loved animals, a perfect candidate for her temporary husband.
“Let’s get you some pancakes, okay?”
She nodded and followed him inside, worrying her bottom lip. She thought she knew what her problem might be, but it was terrifying to say it out loud. Jay was attractive and if what Jake said was true, probably would want a “physical” relationship. What if she decided to have sex with him and she was bad at it?
She sat down at the table, while Jake loaded her plate up. “If you keep gnawing on your lip, you’re going to poke a hole in it,” he said, setting her plate down in front of her.
She released her lip and played a bit with the pancake, stabbing it with her fork. “How do you know if you’re good at…kissing and stuff?”
Jake spluttered. “Stuff?”
“Never mind,” she said, looking down to hide her red cheeks as she stood up. “I’ve got things to do today. Thanks for breakfast
“You’ve haven’t even had a bite. And don’t get all uppity, I was just surprised is all,” he said, setting his plate down next to her and putting his hand on her shoulder. “Sit.”
She sat back down, and felt the feathery light brush of his hand as it slid from her shoulder to the bare skin of her arm. The caress had been so fleeting, she didn’t even know if he realized he’d done it but the goose bumps on her arm popped up anyway. What was this crazy reaction she kept having to Jake?
She took a small bite of her pancakes, chewing slowly before swallowing it down, waiting for the nausea to send her running for the toilet. Thankfully, it stayed down.
“You’ll be fine,” he said, surprising her that he even bothered to answer.
“I don’t think so. I have no idea how to do all this dating shit. I don’t even know how to flirt and play coy,” she said, stabbing her next bite in irritation.
“Really? Cause when you get a few drinks in you, you are surprisingly good at it,” he teased.
Her scowl was swift and deadly.
“Oh, if looks could eviscerate,” Jake said, shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth and giving her a mouth-closed-cheeks-stuffed-goofy-ass-grin, and she felt her mouth twitch, fighting a smile.
“I’m being serious,” she said, trying to sound stern.
“Okay, well, it probably looks something like this,” he said.
When she looked up from another bite of pancakes, he was fluttering his lashes and pursing his lips and she choked
“And then you say things like, ‘Well bless your heart, aren’t you a gentleman?” He added, raising his voice several octaves.
Grabbing her glass of orange juice, she tried to stall the coughing fit of
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