Page 6 of Lovers at Seaside
She lifted one shoulder.
“Trust me, sweetheart. If we had, not only would you remember every blessed moment of it, but you’d think about it for days afterward. Weeks. Maybe even months.”
“Please.” She laughed, and the delightful, feminine sound was like music to his ears.
He couldn’t resist sliding his hand around her waist and teasing her. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Her fingers curled around his forearm, and her eyes turned midnight blue. The air between them sizzled, as it had last night. Maybe he hadn’t misinterpreted anything. He fought the urge to lean in and kiss her. She licked her lips seductively, jolting him back to reality. She was worried they’d hooked up and he was about to kiss her?Man.He didn’t want to bethatguy.
He forced himself to step aside before his desires took over. “Last night you mentioned something about meeting ajerktoday. Is that where you’re going?”
“I said that?” She crossed her arms, unfolded them, and crossed them again.
“I guess that means yes?”
“I can’t believe I said that.” She leaned against the car. “What else did I say?”
Not wanting her to faceanyjerk alone, he circled the car and climbed into the passenger seat. “We can talk on the way there. I’ll get a ride back to town from Hunter.”
Her jaw gaped. “I…Grayson. Really?”
Hooking his seat belt, he leaned across the driver’s seat and smiled up at her. “Want me to drive?”
“What?” She looked at the key fob as if she’d forgotten she was holding it. “No. I’m capable of driving. I just…” She let out a frustrated sigh and climbed into the car, eyeing him as she pushed the start button. The engine purred to life. “You’re really coming with me?”
“You’re really meeting a jerk?”
She looked at him as if he already knew the answer and was fighting the urge to roll her eyes.
“Okay, then.” She shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the garage.
“I didn’t mean to scare you last night.”
She clicked the garage remote, closing the doors behind them. “You didn’t scare me.”
“Okay, so honesty obviously isn’t your thing.” He settled into the leather seat as she pulled onto the road. “I didn’t scare you, and you didn’t try to kiss me.”
She gasped. “I did not!”
He lifted a shoulder, and she gritted her teeth. She was too cute not to toy with, at least a little. “Parker?”
“What?” she snapped. “I did not try to kiss you!”
He laughed. “So, want to go with honesty, or…?”
“Why are you even in this car?” A playful smile curved her lips, and he knew she was coming out from under the embarrassment of thinking they’d slept together. Not to mention that he loved knowing she’d thought of him that way. “Honesty! Of course. You’re—”
“Infuriatingly male? I know, you told me that last night.”
She cringed. “Oh geez, really?”
“Yup. And trust me, you don’t want that to change.”
“You’re big on the whole ‘trust me’ thing, aren’t you?”
“I’m a pretty trustworthy guy. So, why don’t you tell me where we’re headed?”
She ignored the question, and as they drove by Mayo Beach, she pointed to the gazebo across the street that Grayson had built for the competition last summer, and just beyond, the sculpture his brother Hunter had made.
