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Deacon had made his feelings about commitment and relationships clear, and she didn’t want more than that from him, didn’t want more than that from anyone. Suddenly she felt lighter than she had all week. She didn’t need to get all twisted up in knots about this. It was simple. Fun.
She grinned up at him. “How about I cook you dinner when you get back? Would that improve your mood?”
He smiled wide, flashing white teeth and his elusive dimple that only made an appearance when he was really happy. “I’d love that.”
She gripped the side of his neck, needing to touch bare skin. The action was unconscious, a result of letting go of all the angst, all the what ifs, and embracing the moment.
Taking pleasure from one another without all the messy feelings. “You up for a little cloak and dagger?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe you could borrow Martin’s car or something?
That way your sisters won’t get suspicious and I get to cook in my own kitchen, tiny and crappy as it is. You okay with that?”
His hands slid down her waist, back to her butt. “More than okay.”
“Awesome.” She knew she had a goofy-assed grin on her face but didn’t care.
He gave her butt cheek a light squeeze, and she bit her lip, still deliciously sensitive. “Now go get dressed.” His voice dipped lower. “I want to take you shopping. The real reason I came here in the first place, before you seduced me.”
“Mmm-hmm, just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.” She patted his chest. “I know the truth.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s that?”
“You’re a dirty old perv.”
She danced out of reach when he tried to grab her, and his low chuckle followed her into her bedroom. “I’ll make you pay for that when I get back, you know that, right?”
Oh, she was counting on it, and she couldn’t wait.
Chapter Fourteen
“I told you to stop looking at the price tags.” Deacon frowned and pulled the dress out of Alex’s hands, then passed it to the shop assistant hovering behind them. “Take this to the changing room as well, please.”
His little viper crossed her arms and threw him a pissy look. He didn’t dare tell her she looked cute and sexy all riled up. “No one can see the labels when I’m wearing them.”
She leaned in, lowering her voice. “So why are you insisting we shop where a single dress costs more than…than…shit, I can’t think of anything to compare it to. What does that tell you?”
“That you’re not very imaginative?”
She released a drawn-out sigh that made his dick stand up and take notice. But then, all the woman had to do was look at him and his dick took notice. “No, wise-ass, it tells you that you’re wasting your money. I work in a filthy garage, elbows deep in grease every day. Getting me stuff like this is a waste.”
He quirked a brow. “Can you repeat that please?”
She crossed her arms and scowled.
“You know, the part after you called me a wise-ass.”
She rolled her eyes.
“The part where you said I’m wasting my money.”
“God, you’re annoying.”
“I know. Now stop acting like a brat and get in the changing room and try on those extremely beautiful, obscenely expensive dresses and pretend you’re enjoying yourself.”
A grin lifted the corner of her mouth, just a bit, but enough. “It’s that important to you?”
