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Our lips meet and cling like this is a dance we’ve been doing forever. The music starts up in the distance and I am brutally aware of the fact that this is the last band, which means the night is almost over. And this thing between us...?
That’s almost over too.
I try to shove the thought away as I wrap my arms around her so we can watch the last performance. But despite my best efforts, I still hear Grayson’s parting shot.
Enjoy her while you can, Zack. Because you won't have her for long.
TWENTY-TWO
PUZZLE PIECES
Bailey
It’sdifficult to restock stuffed animals when Zack’s watching me like this.
But I’m nothing if not a competent employee—even if my coworker is the worst sort of distraction.
I don’t have to turn around to know he’s staring at my butt as I go up on my tiptoes to shove another stuffed moose in its place. I feel his eyes on me.
“I’m just saying, you don’t have to do this,” he says.
“Restock the stuffies?” I tease. Because we both know that’s not what he’s talking about. “Why? Are you offering to do it?”
“Bailey, you know very well I have a fear of ladders,” he says in his best lazy jackass tone.
I laugh under my breath. “Since when? Because I could have sworn I saw you up on your roof fixing the gutters on Wednesday after work.”
“Oh yeah?” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Were you watching me, Bailey?”
“No.” But I say it a little too quickly, and I feel heat starting to creep into my cheeks.
“Liar.”
I wince at the stuffed elephant in my hand.Busted.
But really, when the hot neighbor guy is shirtless and sweaty right outside your window—what’s a girl supposed to do? If you’rethisgirl, you settle in and watch the show.
And if you have Janie for a sister, she makes popcorn for the occasion.
I turn to see him leaning back against the counter. And I was right, his gaze is totally fixed on me in the most inappropriate way. The heat in my cheeks intensifies as I tug down the polo shirt which had ridden up, exposing some skin. Zack smirks in response.
“We’re at work,” I remind him as I climb back down the short ladder.
“That didn’t seem to be a problem for you, oh—” He consults an imaginary watch. “Ten minutes ago.”
The heat in my cheeks is outright burning me alive. Or maybe that’s the memory of the way he’d kissed me senseless in the inventory room.
We’d been restocking supplies for the window display and when I’d turned around I’d caught him staring—kind of like he is right now—with his eyes so dark with desire, it’s impossiblenotto feel an answering sliver of heat.
Despite my blushing, I give him a smug smile of my own as I arch my brows. “Yes, well, we’re back on duty now.”
He mutters something about being stuck with a fake girlfriend on a power trip, but he’s smiling in a way that makes my belly flutter.
It’s so far from the mocking smiles I’d grown used to over the last few years. These days his teasing is softened by warmth. Affection, even.
It’s the sort of teasing one would expect from a close friend.
Or maybe from a real boyfriend.
