he said, stating the obvious.
And there she was, looking even better than heâd remembered.
Jake had never been partial to redheadsâheâd never been partial to any particular type, for that matter. Rosemary had been tall, lean, blond and athletic. But the way Sasha looked with her hair all soft and coppery around her face and her eyes shining like emeraldsâ
Emeralds? Yesterday theyâd been blue.
The day before that theyâd been tan.
âThose are lovely,â she said, her full red lips widening in a smile.
Jake stared at the bouquet he was holding as if heâd never seen the thing before. âUhâyeah, they caught my eye, too, so I thought I might as wellâ¦â He shrugged. âYou got a vase or something? They probably need some water.â
Damn, he thought as he ran water into a tall crystal vase heâd found following her directions, youâd think he was Timmyâs age instead of old enough not only to have sown his oats, but harvested the crop.
He put the drinks in the refrigerator, the frozen vegetables that heâd selected by feel and not by label, in the freezer. The doughnuts, he left on the table. âYou need more ice on your ankle?â he called.
âI guess so. Itâs been a while.â
âHow about something cold to drink? Or I could make coffee.â
âYes to the first two offers, but not the coffee. Did you bring my shoe?â
Jake nearly dropped a tray of ice. Her shoe. Heâd left it on the dresser in his bedroom. Like a damned trophy.
Nothing to do but admit it. âLook, I know this is crazy, but I walked right out and forgot the thing. I can go back home right now and get it ifââ
She waved him to a chair. âDonât be silly, itâs not like Iâll be wearing it anytime soon.â
âGood thing, too. Shoes like that are just asking for trouble.â
Ignoring him, she said, âFirst Iâll have to get the heel repaired.â
He shook his head. Women. âWhy do you wear those things, anyway?â
âYou mean ankle straps?â She batted a set of black eyelashes that had to be at least as long as her red fingernails.
âI mean ten-inch heels.â A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. She was teasing him, and damned if he didnât like it.
âIn case you hadnât noticed, Iâm slightly height-challenged.â
âShort, you mean.â
âWell, if you insist on being literal, Iâm short and dumpy. And as long as Iâm in confession mode, I wasnât born with this shade of hair, either.â Laughter trembled on her lips and sparkled through her green contact lenses.
He crooked a grin. âNeither was I. The hair thing.â
âYou mean you werenât born gray?â she asked, all innocence.
âBelieve it or not, I started out as a blond. By the time I was twenty it had turned dark. And yeah, lately the colors have started to change again.â
âI started out the color of broom sedge, which is sort of red, I guess. Once I discovered my creative side, I started playing around with colors.â
He looked pointedly at her hair. It was currently somewhere between spice-red and maroon and had been cut in varying lengths and gathered up so that it looked carelessly disheveled. âI look ghastly as a brunette,â she admitted cheerfully. âI tried several shades of blond, but you know what? I donât care what they say, I never had that much fun as a blonde.â
âAnd funâs the name of the game, right, Ms. Napoleon?â
âNope. The name of the game is power,â she said gravely, and then burst out laughing. âYouâre fun, did you know that?â
âOh, yeahâeverybody says so. Regular life of the party. Here, let me refill that glass for you.â He stood, knowing he should leave before he got in any deeper.What was it about this woman that made him want to
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