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She glances my way with a you-asked-for-this pout, and I want to kiss it right off her face.
“Good point,” I say instead to throw her off. “We’re starting over. New friends who know nothing about each other’s body parts and urges. Getting naked at this point in our budding friendship would make things weird.”
“Glad we cleared that up.”
“Me, too.” Giving my attention to the passing scenery outside my window, I shift to adjust the tightness in my shorts.
Damn mention of naked poker. What was I thinking? Now, I can’t stop thinking about her sitting cross-legged and bare and looking at me with her sexy eyes over a hand of cards. Memories of our games flash in front of me like I’m on a sadistic merry-go-round. If I don’t get off soon (pun intended), some parts of me might explode from the pent-up tension.
She turns off the highway, and I see a billboard for our destination, advertising it’s only twenty miles away.
Hallelujah.
“We have a long list of bucket items to check off. What are your ideas again?” I ask for something less dangerous to think about.
Her eyes brighten again as she recalls the list. “Caverns for cave diving. For the crazy steam engine one, I found a scenic train ride nearby which would be beautiful this time of year. Snow tubing for skiing in Vale. Any water sports will have to wait. I’m not getting in freezing water, and neither should you.”
“We’ll see.”
Her eyes circle to the ceiling and back. “We can go camping, maybe near a place with a waterfall for Niagara Falls.”
“I actually had an idea for that.”
“Yeah?”
Feeling brave, I take her hand and her gaze snaps to mine, holding there until the wheels drift over the road’s rumble strips. She yanks the car back into the center of the lane and keeps her gaze forward.
“How do you feel about going to the actual falls?”
“In New York?” she asks, surprised and skeptical.
“I may have told Josie that I would try to make it to her show this weekend. I was hoping you’d be up for it. Then, we can head up north afterwards to take in the real thing.”
“Shit, Jordan.” Her hand slips from mine to play with her bottom lip while she mulls it over, making my pulse dance.
“Think about it,” I say, letting her off the hook for now. “Use tonight as a trial run.”
“Okay.”
Chapter 21
Nora
How much are you up?” Jordan asks, concern creeping in. There are two more horse races left, and his strategic way of selecting winners by reviewing stats and odds isn’t working.
“I’m up 5-3. Maybe you should try my method.” I bite my bottom lip to hold back a grin. His incredulous glare is so stinking adorable.
“I refuse to pick based on the horse’s name.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Which one are you going with this time?” he asks, studying the information brochure for tonight’s races.
The waiter drops off two more beers. “Thank you,” I say before answering. “I like Harry Trotter.”
“Seriously? His odds are twelve and one.”
“I like an underdog.” I snatch the pamphlet from his grasp and check the next race. “Let me guess. You’re taking Gallant Fox, three and one odds.”
