Page 79 of Objection to Love

She made a noise of pondering, her lips twisting to the side.

“Nothing else?” he added. “Nothing at all?”

“The access to a first aid kit is a nice bonus.”

His responding laugh was much louder this time. “And here I thought you liked me for my body.”

“Are you disappointed to not be seen as only a piece of man-flesh?”

“Man-flesh?” he teased.

“Yes. Man-flesh. I don’t think I need to explain the definition.”

“Oh no, I definitely need the definition now. Straight from Webster’s, if you please.”

“Okay, I admit it, it’s not a real definition. Just a picture of you stuck in between the descriptions of ‘manatee’ and ‘mangle.’”

His grin stretched wide across his face, making his dimple pop out and his eyes crinkle as he looked her way. They pulled into his driveway, but neither made a move to leave the truck. He leaned back against his door.

“So youdolike my body.”

She scrunched her nose at him. “I’m not answering that.”

“It wasn’t a question, more of a statement.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously attractive.”

She rolled her eyes, and he pushed off the door to lean over the console.

“I love when you do that,” he said, his voice low.

“What?” She rested the side of her head on the headrest, watching him in the fading sunlight.

“Roll your eyes at me. It’s ridiculously attractive,” he repeated his words from a second before, this time aimed at her.

“April says it’s juvenile.”

“Nope. Sticking your tongue out at me, maybe. But rolling your eyes just makes me want to kiss the crap out of you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Nobody’s stopping you, Garrett.”

“Thank goodness,” he muttered as he wove his hand through her hair to the back of her neck. It didn’t take much urging to get her to lean a little closer.

Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss. But then it deepened. She forgot all about the insulting job offer she’d received a couple of hours before. Forgot about the uncertainty hanging between her and Garrett. It was only Em and this funny, charming, sweet,ridiculously attractiveman in a truck with rapidly fogging windows.

Her hands went to his neck, and she tried to move closer—but the console between them stopped her. Stupid thing. What use were cupholders and a place to keep some change when she wanted nothing more than to scoot her way into his lap? Whoever designed cars didn’t have a great love life.

Garrett broke off first, breathing nearly as heavily as she was. Which was gratifying since she’d decided breathing was unnecessary about ten seconds before and had been willing to trade it in for the opportunity to keep kissing her boyfriend. Garrett smiled at her then, his hand still at the back of her neck, one corner of his mouth lifted higher than the other.

“Dinner then?” he asked, his hand slipping around to her jaw. The pad of his thumb rubbed along her cheekbone.

“I’m not particularly hungry.” Her stomach chose that unfortunate moment to growl loudly. Em sighed. “Clearly my stomach doesn’t have its priorities in order.”

“Nope,” Garrett said, releasing her face and unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m with your stomach.”

“Hey!” Apparently, neither Garrettnorher stomach had their priorities in order.

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