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soundtrack.”
Zane breathed through his nose, putting on a look of mock horror and said, “What if it’s our soundtrack?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if this is our movie? A movie about our lives...and that’s the soundtrack?”
“Three things.”
Zane grinned. “What?”
“One...if this is our movie, it’s pretty damn boring. No car chases, no sex scenes, no snappy dialogue—”
“Says who? My dialogue’s plenty snappy.”
“Two, the soundtrack sucks .”
“Well, don’t be telling them that.”
“And...I don’t have a three. I guess just two.”
A smirk covered Zane’s face. “And we can take care of the sex scene later.”
Jennifer felt her cheeks grow warm. Damn it. She should have seen that coming—she’d set him up for that one. “Um...”
“What? You want to do the car chase first? I’m up for that.”
Jennifer burst out laughing. Yes, this was the Zane she’d missed. He was a lot more relaxed and happy tonight than he’d been the other night. Then again, she probably was too. She started dipping another chip when she heard the waiter beside her again. “Chicken enchiladas for the señorita and a steak burrito for señor.” He slid the hot plates in front of them with oven mitts before saying, “Can I get you anything else right now?”
Both Jennifer and Zane shook their heads to indicate that they were fine but then Zane said, “Actually, I could use another cervesa .”
“Coming right up, señor. Señorita?”
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” She didn’t dare drink. Zoe had gotten her up early this morning, and it would just take one drink to make her sleepy enough to pass out—and she actually wanted to enjoy Zane’s company tonight...which meant there would be no drinking. At least not on her part.
“More agua ?”
“No, I have plenty. Thanks.”
The waiter left to get Zane’s beer and Jennifer said, “Wow. This smells incredible.” Spicy and hot but with some delicate flavors underneath, all wafting up to her nose and making her salivate.
“Just wait till you bite into it. Then you’ll know I didn’t choose this place for its stunning ambience...not to downplay the effect of that TV, mind you.”
She giggled again. Yes, this was the date she’d wanted with Zane. So far, it had been absolutely perfect...and it reminded her once again why she loved him to the depths of her soul.
* * *
U sing again...already, and what was worse was that he’d tried to lie to himself about it, as if pretending he wasn’t swallowing some goddamned pills made it real. But once he admitted the truth, Zane couldn’t deny the effects drugs and alcohol had on his personality. He was more relaxed, more himself . What the fuck did that even mean about who he was at his core?
He didn’t know, but there was no denying the fact that he and Jennifer were getting along better tonight than the awkward date earlier in the week—and the only difference, aside from food choice and location, was the fact that he was flying. There was no denying it.
He’d jumped in the shower after the blonde had gotten him off again and, before heading to meet Jen, had called his guy—the guy who had just about any pill every manufactured, and Zane always had plenty of money for whatever he decided he wanted. His guy had shown up with the smorgasbord Zane had demanded, and Zane had picked a light cocktail to get his head swimming and his body feeling light.
He was feeling great by the time he met the woman who’d always set his heart pumping.
Man, if they could get along this well all the time, they’d be perfect. They would never break up.
He knew it always started like this but maybe, just maybe, they could make it past the point of no return this time and find some kind of permanent bliss.
They’d eaten most of the food in front of them and Jennifer set down her fork. “Holy cow. I’m done. I can’t eat
Zane breathed through his nose, putting on a look of mock horror and said, “What if it’s our soundtrack?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if this is our movie? A movie about our lives...and that’s the soundtrack?”
“Three things.”
Zane grinned. “What?”
“One...if this is our movie, it’s pretty damn boring. No car chases, no sex scenes, no snappy dialogue—”
“Says who? My dialogue’s plenty snappy.”
“Two, the soundtrack sucks .”
“Well, don’t be telling them that.”
“And...I don’t have a three. I guess just two.”
A smirk covered Zane’s face. “And we can take care of the sex scene later.”
Jennifer felt her cheeks grow warm. Damn it. She should have seen that coming—she’d set him up for that one. “Um...”
“What? You want to do the car chase first? I’m up for that.”
Jennifer burst out laughing. Yes, this was the Zane she’d missed. He was a lot more relaxed and happy tonight than he’d been the other night. Then again, she probably was too. She started dipping another chip when she heard the waiter beside her again. “Chicken enchiladas for the señorita and a steak burrito for señor.” He slid the hot plates in front of them with oven mitts before saying, “Can I get you anything else right now?”
Both Jennifer and Zane shook their heads to indicate that they were fine but then Zane said, “Actually, I could use another cervesa .”
“Coming right up, señor. Señorita?”
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” She didn’t dare drink. Zoe had gotten her up early this morning, and it would just take one drink to make her sleepy enough to pass out—and she actually wanted to enjoy Zane’s company tonight...which meant there would be no drinking. At least not on her part.
“More agua ?”
“No, I have plenty. Thanks.”
The waiter left to get Zane’s beer and Jennifer said, “Wow. This smells incredible.” Spicy and hot but with some delicate flavors underneath, all wafting up to her nose and making her salivate.
“Just wait till you bite into it. Then you’ll know I didn’t choose this place for its stunning ambience...not to downplay the effect of that TV, mind you.”
She giggled again. Yes, this was the date she’d wanted with Zane. So far, it had been absolutely perfect...and it reminded her once again why she loved him to the depths of her soul.
* * *
U sing again...already, and what was worse was that he’d tried to lie to himself about it, as if pretending he wasn’t swallowing some goddamned pills made it real. But once he admitted the truth, Zane couldn’t deny the effects drugs and alcohol had on his personality. He was more relaxed, more himself . What the fuck did that even mean about who he was at his core?
He didn’t know, but there was no denying the fact that he and Jennifer were getting along better tonight than the awkward date earlier in the week—and the only difference, aside from food choice and location, was the fact that he was flying. There was no denying it.
He’d jumped in the shower after the blonde had gotten him off again and, before heading to meet Jen, had called his guy—the guy who had just about any pill every manufactured, and Zane always had plenty of money for whatever he decided he wanted. His guy had shown up with the smorgasbord Zane had demanded, and Zane had picked a light cocktail to get his head swimming and his body feeling light.
He was feeling great by the time he met the woman who’d always set his heart pumping.
Man, if they could get along this well all the time, they’d be perfect. They would never break up.
He knew it always started like this but maybe, just maybe, they could make it past the point of no return this time and find some kind of permanent bliss.
They’d eaten most of the food in front of them and Jennifer set down her fork. “Holy cow. I’m done. I can’t eat
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