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my project...coordinator.”
Smiles broke out around the table.
“Suzanne, if it wouldn’t be too awkward or inconvenient, I’d like to borrow the drive-in Sunday night.”
Whoops nearly lifted the conference room’s ceiling.
“You bet your sweet patootie you can.” Suzanne slanted Allie a speculative look. “I sure would like to know the name of your special project.”
“Sorry, but I’m not naming names.”
“Fine, be like that.” But Suzanne smiled and rummaged in her bag to pull out a ring holding a key and a large, fluffy rabbit’s foot. “Couple of things. Make sure you turn the sign on the gate to Trespassers Will Be Shot. That’s our do-not-disturb signal. Lock the gate when you leave and turn the sign back to Private Property.”
Allie took the keychain and tossed it into the air. “Perfect.” She caught the rabbit’s foot and ignored the sharp toenails gouging her palm. “Because Allie Shelby is about to get lucky.”
Chapter Six
On Sunday evening, three short taps sounded at Allie’s door. He’d ignored the doorbell. Her breathing shallowed. What did it say about Cameron, that he hadn’t rung the bell?
He’d insisted on picking her up even after he agreed she could plan their first date. Interlude? Rendezvous? She didn’t know what to call it, but hoped she’d be calling it a success tomorrow morning. She’d begged him to drive BB so she could see the full extent of the damage she’d caused.
Allie steadied her breathing and tightened her halter top’s tie to simulate cleavage.
She swung open the front door. Cameron, wearing a pair of starched khakis and a light blue polo shirt stretched enticingly over his chest, leaned against her porch rail. She glanced down at his feet and had to grin. His cowboy boots would look more at home on a tractor than paired with date clothes.
He held a handful of summer flowers in his calloused fist, and warm pleasure welled up in her chest. “Princess, you can take the frog out of the pond, but...”
“I was thinking how much cuter you are than my first high school date.”
“Well, I can guarantee your daddy would’ve had a heart attack if he’d ever opened the door to find me waiting on the porch for his teenaged daughter.”
Would her life be different now if she’d dated Cameron back then? She probably wouldn’t have pursued her current career. Heck, she wouldn’t have needed to. Dating the hottest boy at Shelbyville High would’ve given her sexual knowledge and self-confidence to spare.
“And I would’ve had a heart attack if fifteen-year-old Alice Ann Shelby had come to the door wearing that scrap of a top, those sexy shoes, and a skirt that had a teenaged boy’s hands itching to find out what was underneath it.”
The phantom sensation of his hands under her flirty full skirt trailed up the backs of her thighs. Allie suppressed a shudder.
He was going to play it that way, was he? She could handle a battle of sexual wills. She was a sexually confident woman and he would not melt her into a puddle of teenaged uncertainty.
Cameron didn’t have to know it had taken a lot of courage for her to wear a flimsy crocheted halter. Achilles had a bum heel and Allie had itty-bitty titties.
At least her physical shortcoming wouldn’t kill her.
Men didn’t care about ninety percent of the physical hang-ups women stressed over. So Allie made a statement for all womankind by squaring her shoulders and proudly displaying what little God had given her.
Cameron pushed away from the porch railing. Instead of handing her the daisies and yellow daylilies, he tucked a loose strand of fine hair behind her ear and pressed a gentle, hot kiss to the curve of her jaw. Heat flared along her nerve endings and arrowed straight to her nipples. She stepped closer, brushing her breasts across his shirt front. The friction of fabrics radiated down and out, loosening everything inside her.
“Mmm...you might want to stop that.”
“Why?” His
Smiles broke out around the table.
“Suzanne, if it wouldn’t be too awkward or inconvenient, I’d like to borrow the drive-in Sunday night.”
Whoops nearly lifted the conference room’s ceiling.
“You bet your sweet patootie you can.” Suzanne slanted Allie a speculative look. “I sure would like to know the name of your special project.”
“Sorry, but I’m not naming names.”
“Fine, be like that.” But Suzanne smiled and rummaged in her bag to pull out a ring holding a key and a large, fluffy rabbit’s foot. “Couple of things. Make sure you turn the sign on the gate to Trespassers Will Be Shot. That’s our do-not-disturb signal. Lock the gate when you leave and turn the sign back to Private Property.”
Allie took the keychain and tossed it into the air. “Perfect.” She caught the rabbit’s foot and ignored the sharp toenails gouging her palm. “Because Allie Shelby is about to get lucky.”
Chapter Six
On Sunday evening, three short taps sounded at Allie’s door. He’d ignored the doorbell. Her breathing shallowed. What did it say about Cameron, that he hadn’t rung the bell?
He’d insisted on picking her up even after he agreed she could plan their first date. Interlude? Rendezvous? She didn’t know what to call it, but hoped she’d be calling it a success tomorrow morning. She’d begged him to drive BB so she could see the full extent of the damage she’d caused.
Allie steadied her breathing and tightened her halter top’s tie to simulate cleavage.
She swung open the front door. Cameron, wearing a pair of starched khakis and a light blue polo shirt stretched enticingly over his chest, leaned against her porch rail. She glanced down at his feet and had to grin. His cowboy boots would look more at home on a tractor than paired with date clothes.
He held a handful of summer flowers in his calloused fist, and warm pleasure welled up in her chest. “Princess, you can take the frog out of the pond, but...”
“I was thinking how much cuter you are than my first high school date.”
“Well, I can guarantee your daddy would’ve had a heart attack if he’d ever opened the door to find me waiting on the porch for his teenaged daughter.”
Would her life be different now if she’d dated Cameron back then? She probably wouldn’t have pursued her current career. Heck, she wouldn’t have needed to. Dating the hottest boy at Shelbyville High would’ve given her sexual knowledge and self-confidence to spare.
“And I would’ve had a heart attack if fifteen-year-old Alice Ann Shelby had come to the door wearing that scrap of a top, those sexy shoes, and a skirt that had a teenaged boy’s hands itching to find out what was underneath it.”
The phantom sensation of his hands under her flirty full skirt trailed up the backs of her thighs. Allie suppressed a shudder.
He was going to play it that way, was he? She could handle a battle of sexual wills. She was a sexually confident woman and he would not melt her into a puddle of teenaged uncertainty.
Cameron didn’t have to know it had taken a lot of courage for her to wear a flimsy crocheted halter. Achilles had a bum heel and Allie had itty-bitty titties.
At least her physical shortcoming wouldn’t kill her.
Men didn’t care about ninety percent of the physical hang-ups women stressed over. So Allie made a statement for all womankind by squaring her shoulders and proudly displaying what little God had given her.
Cameron pushed away from the porch railing. Instead of handing her the daisies and yellow daylilies, he tucked a loose strand of fine hair behind her ear and pressed a gentle, hot kiss to the curve of her jaw. Heat flared along her nerve endings and arrowed straight to her nipples. She stepped closer, brushing her breasts across his shirt front. The friction of fabrics radiated down and out, loosening everything inside her.
“Mmm...you might want to stop that.”
“Why?” His
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