plates by the time Jagger got to the door with a bill in hand. He thrust the money at the kid, took the Chinese out of his hands, and closed the door in his face.
Hanna’s jaw dropped. “That was rude.”
“He was staring at you. Do you answer the door in only a shirt and panties all the time?”
“I’ll take the dare, thank you.” She sat on the floor in front of the old trunk coffee table and Jagger set the takeout bags there before joining her. She crossed her legs, giving him a full, tormenting view of her puffy pussy lips pressed against the red panties.
His cock swelled to full length. “You didn’t give me my dare.”
“Okay, I dare you to use the chopsticks instead of the plastic fork.”
With a grin, he picked them up and spent two minutes trying to keep from dropping them. “Oh all right, I admit I’m crappy with chopsticks.” He used one to spear some garlic chicken and shoved it into his mouth.
Her smile spread as she chewed her own bite. Once she’d swallowed, she said, “That means I win. You lost the dare.”
“Uh-uh. There is no win or lose in truth or dare. You keep going.”
That wary expression was back in her dark brown eyes. “Not when you’re asking me questions I don’t want to answer.”
He sobered and held her gaze. “Why don’t you date, Hanna?”
She shrugged as if her shirt was too tight in the shoulders, but since it was his shirt, it hung on her. “I have no time for relationships.”
“Because you’re busy doing…”
“I work at a nonprofit.”
“Doesn’t sound like a job that demands a lot of hours.”
“No, but I stay busy doing other things.”
“Like bungee jumping and lying on bars letting strangers lick rum off you.”
“Exactly.”
“What if…” he bit off a chunk of egg roll and continued with his mouth full, “what you’re really seeking is the thrill of a relationship?”
Damn. She had that cornered look on her face. She set her carton of food aside. “That isn’t the case. I’m happy with keeping my life and men separate.”
“That’s why you let me stay longer than you were probably comfortable with and ordered us dinner.” Before she could answer, his cell blared a ring tone that raised the hairs on his forearms. “Dammit.”
“A fire?”
“Yes. I’ve gotta run, beautiful. But you’ll keep this Chinese in the fridge for me, right? I’m coming back for an early-morning snack.” He scrambled to his feet and dropped a kiss to her brow. Then he strode into the bedroom and threw on his shoes.
When he returned, she sat in the same place, not eating, wearing a strained look.
“I’m sorry to run, Hanna. But it’s a big one.” His mind zeroed in on his duty, and he ran through a mental checklist.
By the time he focused on Hanna again, it was too late—the ice in her stare locked him out. Dammit, he probably should have ignored the call, but that wasn’t in him. He was born to rescue people. “I’ll be back, beautiful. I promise.”
She didn’t respond as he closed the door.
∙•∙
Hanna stared blankly at the TV program they’d been pretending to watch. It was crazy for her to feel abandoned. Jagger was going to work.
Yet she was jealous, and she hated her reasons for even feeling this way. Her ex, Dominic, had done this to her. He’d always put work first, standing her up at the movies then texting her to apologize. How many times had she sat waiting alone at a restaurant? Not to mention the time she’d times he’d gotten calls and left hastily.
Just as Jagger had.
Men who were married to their jobs were not for her, and Jagger clearly was.
She hadn’t been important enough to Dominic for him to put her first. That man had worked 24/7, and when Jagger’s phone had trilled with the fire whistle ring tone, his whole demeanor had changed.
She wasn’t blind—she knew how it looked when a man forgot her. His total passion for his work had ruled.
He’s saving people. I have no right to feel
Hanna’s jaw dropped. “That was rude.”
“He was staring at you. Do you answer the door in only a shirt and panties all the time?”
“I’ll take the dare, thank you.” She sat on the floor in front of the old trunk coffee table and Jagger set the takeout bags there before joining her. She crossed her legs, giving him a full, tormenting view of her puffy pussy lips pressed against the red panties.
His cock swelled to full length. “You didn’t give me my dare.”
“Okay, I dare you to use the chopsticks instead of the plastic fork.”
With a grin, he picked them up and spent two minutes trying to keep from dropping them. “Oh all right, I admit I’m crappy with chopsticks.” He used one to spear some garlic chicken and shoved it into his mouth.
Her smile spread as she chewed her own bite. Once she’d swallowed, she said, “That means I win. You lost the dare.”
“Uh-uh. There is no win or lose in truth or dare. You keep going.”
That wary expression was back in her dark brown eyes. “Not when you’re asking me questions I don’t want to answer.”
He sobered and held her gaze. “Why don’t you date, Hanna?”
She shrugged as if her shirt was too tight in the shoulders, but since it was his shirt, it hung on her. “I have no time for relationships.”
“Because you’re busy doing…”
“I work at a nonprofit.”
“Doesn’t sound like a job that demands a lot of hours.”
“No, but I stay busy doing other things.”
“Like bungee jumping and lying on bars letting strangers lick rum off you.”
“Exactly.”
“What if…” he bit off a chunk of egg roll and continued with his mouth full, “what you’re really seeking is the thrill of a relationship?”
Damn. She had that cornered look on her face. She set her carton of food aside. “That isn’t the case. I’m happy with keeping my life and men separate.”
“That’s why you let me stay longer than you were probably comfortable with and ordered us dinner.” Before she could answer, his cell blared a ring tone that raised the hairs on his forearms. “Dammit.”
“A fire?”
“Yes. I’ve gotta run, beautiful. But you’ll keep this Chinese in the fridge for me, right? I’m coming back for an early-morning snack.” He scrambled to his feet and dropped a kiss to her brow. Then he strode into the bedroom and threw on his shoes.
When he returned, she sat in the same place, not eating, wearing a strained look.
“I’m sorry to run, Hanna. But it’s a big one.” His mind zeroed in on his duty, and he ran through a mental checklist.
By the time he focused on Hanna again, it was too late—the ice in her stare locked him out. Dammit, he probably should have ignored the call, but that wasn’t in him. He was born to rescue people. “I’ll be back, beautiful. I promise.”
She didn’t respond as he closed the door.
∙•∙
Hanna stared blankly at the TV program they’d been pretending to watch. It was crazy for her to feel abandoned. Jagger was going to work.
Yet she was jealous, and she hated her reasons for even feeling this way. Her ex, Dominic, had done this to her. He’d always put work first, standing her up at the movies then texting her to apologize. How many times had she sat waiting alone at a restaurant? Not to mention the time she’d times he’d gotten calls and left hastily.
Just as Jagger had.
Men who were married to their jobs were not for her, and Jagger clearly was.
She hadn’t been important enough to Dominic for him to put her first. That man had worked 24/7, and when Jagger’s phone had trilled with the fire whistle ring tone, his whole demeanor had changed.
She wasn’t blind—she knew how it looked when a man forgot her. His total passion for his work had ruled.
He’s saving people. I have no right to feel
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