Page 65 of Love is a Drum Beat
Holy… Jo had to look away. Sleepy, messy Dax was an image that would taunt her for the rest of her life.
She shrugged.
Dax chuckled, low and deep as if sleep still caught in his throat.
Jo tried to forget the sound, she tried not to let it wrap her in warmth.
“You didn’t call it an alien.”
“What?”
Dax smiled again. “You called him a boy.”
“Slip of the tongue. He’s still an alien.”
“Whatever you say.” He pushed the blankets off him and sat up. “Coffee, I need coffee.”
“Tease.” She crossed her arms.
He sent her a wink as he gathered their plates and headed toward the kitchen. At least he hadn’t woken up when Jo was sprawled over him. That would have been awkward.
And this… okay, it was still awkward.
Because Jo couldn’t stop thinking of the one and only time she’d kissed him.
Dax came back and leaned against the doorframe. How had Jo never noticed the defined set of his jaw or the way his shirt clung to his chest?
She picked up his glasses and held them out. “Need these?”
“Probably, if I want to be able to see at all today.”
“What time are you due at the studio?”
With the glasses and the fact that he checked a watch for the time instead of a phone, Dax returned to the guy she knew. He was the musical genius with serious expressions who rarely talked.
Certainly not the adorable man who bought her ice cream to make her happy and kissed her like he’d been doing it every day of his life.
“Noon.”
She shook herself out of her thoughts. “What?”
A grin spread over his lips. “The studio. Your question. I have to be there at noon.”
“Good.” It would give her space. “You should get going them.”
“Thanks so much for your desire to get rid of me, but I’m not leaving just yet. Are you hungry?” For him, that wasn’t the right answer.
“Yes. I mean, no.” When had she turned into such an awkward turtle? It was like she’d switched places with Dax. “I’m going to make Ben come over today. Maybe he can pick up some breakfast burritos on the way.”
Dax opened his mouth to say something and thought better of it. “Okay. I’m going to shower.”
Not an image she needed.
“You sure you’re okay, Jo? You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine. Just go. Please.”
Dax stared at her for a long moment. “Call if you need anything.”
