the shop without incident. Throughout the drive, butterflies batted their wings against the lining of her stomach. What kind of picnic did he have in mind while she worked in the shop?
As soon as they’d unloaded the boxes, Jack left through the front door, calling out over his shoulder, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
“Like I have time to run away,” Bunny muttered.
Jack ducked his head back through the door. “I heard that.” He winked and disappeared.
Her heart slowed to normal in the five minutes Jack was gone, jumping back into hyper speed when he pushed through the door, carrying a large basket covered with a checkered blanket. “Remind me to take flowers to PJ.”
“Don’t forget to take flowers to PJ.” Bunny frowned at the huge basket. “Are you planning on feeding an army?”
“No, but I had to have all the fixings to make this right.” Jack stepped past her to the workroom beyond. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just set up while you work.”
“Uh, that’s my workroom. I have to work in there.” Bunny bit back the chuckle rising in her chest. Jack had such an eager look on his face, she couldn’t be mad. She went to work arranging her orders across her worktable while Jack laid the checkered blanket across the tile floor.
On it he placed dinner plates, boxes of fried chicken, fresh biscuits and fruit salad. Then he lifted a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from the basket and settled them on the blanket.
Bunny rose from her stool and bent over the basket, peering in. “Did you happen to pack the kitchen sink as well?”
“Nope, but I did remember the candles.” He removed two long white candles, stuck them in two sturdy candleholders and lit each. Finally, he sat back and surveyed the spread before opening his arms wide. “Madame, your lunch is served.”
Bunny shook her head. “Seriously?”
Jack’s happy face faded. “What? Not enough candles? I’ll have to have a talk with PJ.”
“No, no. This is…” Bunny laughed. “Wonderful.”
“Then sit.” He patted the ground beside him. “You need to refuel after all that runnin’ around. I didn’t know being a florist was so exhausting.”
She sat with her legs tucked under her, highly aware she was still without underwear. The coarse fabric of the tablecloth brushed against her naked ass, heating her entire body.
“I had PJ open the bottle with a corkscrew.” Jack poured a wine glass half full and handed it to Bunny.
Her fingers tingled where his touched hers, reminding her of how they’d felt on the inside of her thighs only that morning. Wow, had it only been that morning?
Jack poured a quarter of a glass for himself.
Bunny tipped her head. “Trying to get me drunk?”
“Not at all. I have to be on duty in a couple hours.” He sniffed the wine and sighed. “Wouldn’t be good to show up drunk. Besides, I like beer better.” He held his glass up to hers.
“What are we drinking to?” she asked, her hand shaking.
“I’m not good at this. What do you suggest?”
Bunny’s thoughts couldn’t get past the naughty things they could be doing on that blanket. Her mother would be turning over in her grave. She gulped. “You decide.”
He nodded and said quietly, “How about sunshine and doves?”
Bunny clinked her glass against his and tipped it to her lips, taking a sip. “Why do I get the feeling sunshine and doves has a deeper meaning?”
He downed his little bit of wine. “Because it does.” Jack reached for her hand, removed the glass from it and tugged her closer. “I haven’t always recognized a good thing when I had it. I’ve made mistakes.”
Pulse quickening, Bunny laughed shakily. “Tell me about it. Fortunately, for most, our mistakes make us who we are.”
“But I’m not here to talk about the past.” He gathered her into his arms, smoothing a strand of hair off her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. “I finally know what I want.”
Bunny stared up into
As soon as they’d unloaded the boxes, Jack left through the front door, calling out over his shoulder, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
“Like I have time to run away,” Bunny muttered.
Jack ducked his head back through the door. “I heard that.” He winked and disappeared.
Her heart slowed to normal in the five minutes Jack was gone, jumping back into hyper speed when he pushed through the door, carrying a large basket covered with a checkered blanket. “Remind me to take flowers to PJ.”
“Don’t forget to take flowers to PJ.” Bunny frowned at the huge basket. “Are you planning on feeding an army?”
“No, but I had to have all the fixings to make this right.” Jack stepped past her to the workroom beyond. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just set up while you work.”
“Uh, that’s my workroom. I have to work in there.” Bunny bit back the chuckle rising in her chest. Jack had such an eager look on his face, she couldn’t be mad. She went to work arranging her orders across her worktable while Jack laid the checkered blanket across the tile floor.
On it he placed dinner plates, boxes of fried chicken, fresh biscuits and fruit salad. Then he lifted a bottle of wine and two wine glasses from the basket and settled them on the blanket.
Bunny rose from her stool and bent over the basket, peering in. “Did you happen to pack the kitchen sink as well?”
“Nope, but I did remember the candles.” He removed two long white candles, stuck them in two sturdy candleholders and lit each. Finally, he sat back and surveyed the spread before opening his arms wide. “Madame, your lunch is served.”
Bunny shook her head. “Seriously?”
Jack’s happy face faded. “What? Not enough candles? I’ll have to have a talk with PJ.”
“No, no. This is…” Bunny laughed. “Wonderful.”
“Then sit.” He patted the ground beside him. “You need to refuel after all that runnin’ around. I didn’t know being a florist was so exhausting.”
She sat with her legs tucked under her, highly aware she was still without underwear. The coarse fabric of the tablecloth brushed against her naked ass, heating her entire body.
“I had PJ open the bottle with a corkscrew.” Jack poured a wine glass half full and handed it to Bunny.
Her fingers tingled where his touched hers, reminding her of how they’d felt on the inside of her thighs only that morning. Wow, had it only been that morning?
Jack poured a quarter of a glass for himself.
Bunny tipped her head. “Trying to get me drunk?”
“Not at all. I have to be on duty in a couple hours.” He sniffed the wine and sighed. “Wouldn’t be good to show up drunk. Besides, I like beer better.” He held his glass up to hers.
“What are we drinking to?” she asked, her hand shaking.
“I’m not good at this. What do you suggest?”
Bunny’s thoughts couldn’t get past the naughty things they could be doing on that blanket. Her mother would be turning over in her grave. She gulped. “You decide.”
He nodded and said quietly, “How about sunshine and doves?”
Bunny clinked her glass against his and tipped it to her lips, taking a sip. “Why do I get the feeling sunshine and doves has a deeper meaning?”
He downed his little bit of wine. “Because it does.” Jack reached for her hand, removed the glass from it and tugged her closer. “I haven’t always recognized a good thing when I had it. I’ve made mistakes.”
Pulse quickening, Bunny laughed shakily. “Tell me about it. Fortunately, for most, our mistakes make us who we are.”
“But I’m not here to talk about the past.” He gathered her into his arms, smoothing a strand of hair off her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. “I finally know what I want.”
Bunny stared up into
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