Page 28 of Shape Of My Heart
“Let’s just stick to the plan. It doesn’t matter what you call me. All that matters is we get to the show onFriday.”
He wouldn’t care normally, and normally he wouldn’t care about whatever was eating at her, but something held his interest and he was suddenly searchinghismind.
He studied her and watched her flick through her folder, then she undid her jacket, revealing a dark pink t-shirt that fitted her slender curves perfectly. He couldn’t help himself; while she was distracted with her paperwork he stared at her breasts, and that was when the full memory of yesterdayhithim.
Shit, he remembered everything. Damn, every single detail. Particularly how her nipples had hardened as he sucked on herbreast.
He also remembered that she had kissed him back. He remembered how her lips felt, and how she tasted. Like forbidden fruit that was sweet and tempting and… He really shouldn’t have kissed her. And why in hell would she kiss him back? She couldn’tstandhim.
That didn’t make anysense.
What made even less sense was how he could have forgotten the wholeevent.
He wouldn’t lie, he wanted her. But that was how he felt about all women who were beautiful and attractive. He would be the perpetual playboy because he loved women too much. Bereaved or not, that was how he was. And, sure, he’d made the occasional attempt to hit on her, hoping he’d get lucky, but he didn’t think she’d fall for it. What happenedyesterday?
“I think you should focus onyourteam.”
Was it just him, or did she seem annoyed that he couldn’t remember, and more than the fact that she should be more irked that he’d tried something like thatwithher.
“Like how?” Best to drop it. They had bigger fish to fry. It was nice, though, to have had her like that. It felt like he’d made some kind ofconquest.
“Talk about what you like, how you guys work together.” The beginning of a smile tipped at the corners of her delicate mouth, drawing his attention to her glossypinklips.
Corey was right about her help. He needed it. It made him wonder what sort of work she’d done previously and what her story was. He wondered what would make her put up with him the way she had over the last fewweeks.
“If you talk about that then that would lead to other things you want to talk about. It kind of locks them into a topic, and it would be hard to branch away. Plus, it would make them look bad if they triedtopry.”
“Looks like we’re ontosomething.”
She looked at him as he said that and smiled. “Look at us, we’re agreeing.” Her smile widened and he found himself fascinated with the warmth that rippledfromit.
“Don’t get all kumbayaonme.”
She smirked. “I wasn’tgoingto.”
He flicked his legs out so he could lie back on the sand. “Good, I wouldn’t want you to go soft on me…Amy.” He turned his head to face her and saw that she was looking at him. Surprise tickled her pretty face. He resisted the temptation to stare and instead gazed ahead of them at the gulls that flew past screeching. He looked far out to the brighter horizon that showed off the blend of colors the sun cast onto the sea, making it sparkle in the bright morninglight.
He still didn’t know if he could go through all of this. It was going to be difficult. While he knew there were boundaries and people would try to be sensitive, there was a chance he’d end up talking about his mother and sister at somepoint.
He’d just have to see what happens, and try. Josh wanted to play football again. He knew that truth, so he had to let that desireguidehim.
