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Sara set down her glass, grabbed the beers from Hank, nearly dropping them as she put them beside her wine. She practically dragged the big man out to the dance floor.
Which left Morgan alone with Cooper.
Once more her fingers gripped the edge of the table, and though she hated to admit it, Cooper Simon looked more delicious than any man had the right to. His plain green T-shirt showed off defined abs and biceps, while faded jeans emphasized the length of his boot-clad legs. His dirty-blond hair was slightly askew—as if the wind had touched it, or a woman’s fingers.
She swallowed. Probably a woman’s fingers.
She was afraid to look up at him, because, well, she felt him staring, and she was suddenly uncomfortable. Hot and uncomfortable. Two things she hadn’t been in a very, very long time.
Damn inconvenient.
“And then there were two,” Cooper said, sitting across from her, sliding over the large, frosty mug of beer Hank had left behind.
Morgan unclenched her fingers slowly, stretching them out to retrieve her drink. She didn’t even like beer all that much, but with that piercing gaze on her, she took a drink and then wiped at the foam on her upper lip.
Cooper grinned. “You’ve got ah…”
“Excuse me?”
She froze when he leaned across the table and, using his index finger, cleared a spot of beer foam from the tip of her nose. At that moment, they could have been the only two people in the room. Because Morgan couldn’t see past that masculine hand and forearm. Both of which were attached to a man who freaked her out more than she’d like to admit.
He settled back, that grin still in place. “You had some foam on your nose.”
Morgan took another drink because she didn’t know what else to do and nearly choked on the dark brew. Coughing, she set the mug down and prayed Sara and Hank would return to the table sooner than later.
“I thought this wasn’t your thing.”
She was wondering when he was going to get around to that. “It’s not,” she said slowly, her gaze now on the dance floor. “At least not anymore.”
Had she really said that out loud? She stifled a groan and clutched the cold mug.
“So what happened?”
Morgan took a moment and then slowly turned back to Cooper, a strange kind of feeling washing over her. One that left her aching inside. Since when did she share information? Especially with a man she barely knew?
But she did. “Life happened.”
Her therapist in California would be fist pumping all the way to China if he was here. Acknowledging your pain is the first step towards healing.
“It has a habit of doing that.” He paused. “I’m sorry.”
Her gaze fell to his lips, and something inside her stirred. She must be crazy. Or maybe three gulps of beer had already gone to her head, because Morgan found herself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Would he be strong and forceful? Soft and coaxing? Would he take his time or dive right in?
She tugged at a piece of hair and stuck it behind her ear before pulling upward on her turtleneck. That action drew Cooper’s gaze, and Morgan’s hand dropped like a stone. Heart pounding, she searched for something to say—anything to take the heat from her.
“What do you do out in the shop?” she asked quickly, doing what she did best—changing the subject.
Cooper sat back in his chair. “I work.”
His manner struck a chord in Morgan. His body shifted slightly. His eyes narrowed, lips tightened. He was hiding something. Suddenly much more interested, she leaned forward.
“You work. But what’s your job?”
He seemed to be considering his answer, and after taking a long pull from his beer, he set the mug on the table and arched an eyebrow at her. Seriously. Even his eyebrows were exquisite.
“What do you think I do?”
A shot of adrenaline rushed through her, and for a second, Morgan faltered. “I…” She frowned. “I don’t know.”
“That’s fine. Take your time. Consider all the
Which left Morgan alone with Cooper.
Once more her fingers gripped the edge of the table, and though she hated to admit it, Cooper Simon looked more delicious than any man had the right to. His plain green T-shirt showed off defined abs and biceps, while faded jeans emphasized the length of his boot-clad legs. His dirty-blond hair was slightly askew—as if the wind had touched it, or a woman’s fingers.
She swallowed. Probably a woman’s fingers.
She was afraid to look up at him, because, well, she felt him staring, and she was suddenly uncomfortable. Hot and uncomfortable. Two things she hadn’t been in a very, very long time.
Damn inconvenient.
“And then there were two,” Cooper said, sitting across from her, sliding over the large, frosty mug of beer Hank had left behind.
Morgan unclenched her fingers slowly, stretching them out to retrieve her drink. She didn’t even like beer all that much, but with that piercing gaze on her, she took a drink and then wiped at the foam on her upper lip.
Cooper grinned. “You’ve got ah…”
“Excuse me?”
She froze when he leaned across the table and, using his index finger, cleared a spot of beer foam from the tip of her nose. At that moment, they could have been the only two people in the room. Because Morgan couldn’t see past that masculine hand and forearm. Both of which were attached to a man who freaked her out more than she’d like to admit.
He settled back, that grin still in place. “You had some foam on your nose.”
Morgan took another drink because she didn’t know what else to do and nearly choked on the dark brew. Coughing, she set the mug down and prayed Sara and Hank would return to the table sooner than later.
“I thought this wasn’t your thing.”
She was wondering when he was going to get around to that. “It’s not,” she said slowly, her gaze now on the dance floor. “At least not anymore.”
Had she really said that out loud? She stifled a groan and clutched the cold mug.
“So what happened?”
Morgan took a moment and then slowly turned back to Cooper, a strange kind of feeling washing over her. One that left her aching inside. Since when did she share information? Especially with a man she barely knew?
But she did. “Life happened.”
Her therapist in California would be fist pumping all the way to China if he was here. Acknowledging your pain is the first step towards healing.
“It has a habit of doing that.” He paused. “I’m sorry.”
Her gaze fell to his lips, and something inside her stirred. She must be crazy. Or maybe three gulps of beer had already gone to her head, because Morgan found herself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. Would he be strong and forceful? Soft and coaxing? Would he take his time or dive right in?
She tugged at a piece of hair and stuck it behind her ear before pulling upward on her turtleneck. That action drew Cooper’s gaze, and Morgan’s hand dropped like a stone. Heart pounding, she searched for something to say—anything to take the heat from her.
“What do you do out in the shop?” she asked quickly, doing what she did best—changing the subject.
Cooper sat back in his chair. “I work.”
His manner struck a chord in Morgan. His body shifted slightly. His eyes narrowed, lips tightened. He was hiding something. Suddenly much more interested, she leaned forward.
“You work. But what’s your job?”
He seemed to be considering his answer, and after taking a long pull from his beer, he set the mug on the table and arched an eyebrow at her. Seriously. Even his eyebrows were exquisite.
“What do you think I do?”
A shot of adrenaline rushed through her, and for a second, Morgan faltered. “I…” She frowned. “I don’t know.”
“That’s fine. Take your time. Consider all the
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