pec actually flexed. Breena couldn’t help letting her gaze wander…down his snug black jeans and back up again to arms that could easily fling a guy three parking spaces. He had done that. For her. If it had been an act, a play to get into her pants, no friend would’ve let him take it that far… Right?
She caught his look. Oh God, she’d been staring. Her mouth was practically watering. The heat forming in her cheeks brought her back to reality. And the way he watched her nearly brought her to her knees. Looking into those pale-green eyes with the golden rim made her weak, left her breathless. He couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen but there was a knowing look in his eyes that made her want to find out what, exactly, he knew.
She took a step toward him and the knowing look turned darker, hotter. There was something raw about it. Something ravenous, and so powerful she could barely keep herself from being consumed.
He tilted his head slightly in her direction, and it seemed almost as if he was…listening to her. As if he were trying to puzzle her out by catching the subtle beat and hum of her body.
It finally dawned on her that they’d been standing there a good while in complete silence. She managed to shake herself out of her lust-filled stupor long enough to recover something vaguely resembling her manners. “Ah, about the other night… Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Breena.”
“Hey, how do you know my name?”
“I do my research.”
“You do realize that makes you sound like a complete stalker.”
“I’ve been called worse.” He smiled, but kept his distance. “What can I do to seem less stalker-like?”
If the guy wanted to hang out, he’d have to ditch the mysterious vibe and play nicely.
She leaned back against her VW, trying her best to act cool, calm, captivating. She didn’t realize she was a couple inches too far from the car and stumbled backward, only just managing to catch herself in time.
Yeah, who am I kidding?
“Well, for one, what’s your name?”
“Orin Heider,” he answered without hesitation. “Did that help?”
Good. He’d played. Now if only she could get her game together. “Definitely.” She smiled.
“My turn to ask a question.”
“Shoot.”
“When you got out of your car, why did you look so angry?”
For some reason Breena wanted to tell him about it, but she glimpsed the black Camaro and hesitated. Maybe here wasn’t the best place to talk. “You hungry?”
“I could eat.” His eyes seemed to darken before flashing to their pale green.
“Well, I’m buying. It’s the least I can do.”
“Any suggestions?”
Besides the truck-stop diner and the brand spankin’ new Hardees, the only other restaurant close by was an Italian place. The truck-stop was out since she didn’t want to risk running into one of Norma’s many “boyfriends.” Hardees offered no privacy whatsoever, which left Mama Rosa’s. Jenny hated Italian food, so they never ate there. Perfect opportunity.
“Mama Rosa’s is good. And it’s nearby,” Breena added.
“Perfect. I can’t wait to try it.” His smile was flawless.
She smiled back and gave him a cool nod.
“Why don’t I drive?”
“Great.” Breena followed him to his car.
* * * *
“Two?” The waitress flipped her hair and eyed Orin as if he were a fine piece of man-candy. And really, Breena didn’t blame her.
Keeping his attention on his date, he nodded and guided Breena inside by the small of her back. His touch sent a rush of warmth through her body and gave her the confidence to stare the woman down.
Annoyed by the waitress’s hussy behavior, she had to admit to being pleased by the snarly look Ms. Flippy Hair gave her when the first table wasn’t private enough for Orin’s taste. The waitress reluctantly seated them in the far front corner of the small dining room, in a booth by a window. The place looked deserted, except for a family of six and an elderly couple on the
She caught his look. Oh God, she’d been staring. Her mouth was practically watering. The heat forming in her cheeks brought her back to reality. And the way he watched her nearly brought her to her knees. Looking into those pale-green eyes with the golden rim made her weak, left her breathless. He couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen but there was a knowing look in his eyes that made her want to find out what, exactly, he knew.
She took a step toward him and the knowing look turned darker, hotter. There was something raw about it. Something ravenous, and so powerful she could barely keep herself from being consumed.
He tilted his head slightly in her direction, and it seemed almost as if he was…listening to her. As if he were trying to puzzle her out by catching the subtle beat and hum of her body.
It finally dawned on her that they’d been standing there a good while in complete silence. She managed to shake herself out of her lust-filled stupor long enough to recover something vaguely resembling her manners. “Ah, about the other night… Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Breena.”
“Hey, how do you know my name?”
“I do my research.”
“You do realize that makes you sound like a complete stalker.”
“I’ve been called worse.” He smiled, but kept his distance. “What can I do to seem less stalker-like?”
If the guy wanted to hang out, he’d have to ditch the mysterious vibe and play nicely.
She leaned back against her VW, trying her best to act cool, calm, captivating. She didn’t realize she was a couple inches too far from the car and stumbled backward, only just managing to catch herself in time.
Yeah, who am I kidding?
“Well, for one, what’s your name?”
“Orin Heider,” he answered without hesitation. “Did that help?”
Good. He’d played. Now if only she could get her game together. “Definitely.” She smiled.
“My turn to ask a question.”
“Shoot.”
“When you got out of your car, why did you look so angry?”
For some reason Breena wanted to tell him about it, but she glimpsed the black Camaro and hesitated. Maybe here wasn’t the best place to talk. “You hungry?”
“I could eat.” His eyes seemed to darken before flashing to their pale green.
“Well, I’m buying. It’s the least I can do.”
“Any suggestions?”
Besides the truck-stop diner and the brand spankin’ new Hardees, the only other restaurant close by was an Italian place. The truck-stop was out since she didn’t want to risk running into one of Norma’s many “boyfriends.” Hardees offered no privacy whatsoever, which left Mama Rosa’s. Jenny hated Italian food, so they never ate there. Perfect opportunity.
“Mama Rosa’s is good. And it’s nearby,” Breena added.
“Perfect. I can’t wait to try it.” His smile was flawless.
She smiled back and gave him a cool nod.
“Why don’t I drive?”
“Great.” Breena followed him to his car.
* * * *
“Two?” The waitress flipped her hair and eyed Orin as if he were a fine piece of man-candy. And really, Breena didn’t blame her.
Keeping his attention on his date, he nodded and guided Breena inside by the small of her back. His touch sent a rush of warmth through her body and gave her the confidence to stare the woman down.
Annoyed by the waitress’s hussy behavior, she had to admit to being pleased by the snarly look Ms. Flippy Hair gave her when the first table wasn’t private enough for Orin’s taste. The waitress reluctantly seated them in the far front corner of the small dining room, in a booth by a window. The place looked deserted, except for a family of six and an elderly couple on the
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