for her keys, he came at her with his mouth open and went for her tonsils. His kiss was wet and slimy and it was all she could do not to gag.
“Hubert,” she said, gasping for air and squirming to be free. “I think we should take things a little slower.”
He looked at her with a puzzled expression. “But Gertie said--”
Janie interrupted. “Please don’t tell me you believe everything Gertie says. She’s such a kidder, isn’t she?”
“Uh . . .”
“The things that come out of that woman’s mouth. It’s enough to make me blush.”
“Uh . . . yeah. Me, too,” he agreed, a look of disappointment crossing his face.
She yawned again. “Well, I’d better get to bed before I collapse.”
“I’ll call you,” he said, then reached for her again.
Quickly, Janie shoved a hand at his chest. “You know, maybe the reason I’m so tired is that I’m coming down with something.” She sniffed and then coughed twice for effect.
Raising a brow, Hubert backed off the porch. “I’ll say goodnight then. I don’t want to risk getting sick and then spreading it to my patients.”
“No, that wouldn’t be a smart idea. Goodnight, Hubert. I had a very nice time.”
“Yeah. Me, too,” he said, hurrying toward his car.
Once he drove off, Janie breathed a sigh of relief. She stuck her key in the lock, opened the front door and froze. “What are you doing here, Montero? And how did you get inside?”
Gabe lowered the newspaper, placed it on the sofa beside him and grinned at her. “Gertie let me in.”
“What for?” She kicked off her black patent leather heels, walked across the room and dropped into the recliner. Tucking her legs beside her, she pulled her dress down over the expanse of thigh showing, then looked up at him expectantly.
Gabe had obviously been watching her every move. Slowly, he raised his gaze to her face. “I just wanted to see how your date with the doc went.” He picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table and took a sip. She had no idea where the wine had come from, except that it hadn’t come from her kitchen.
“It went swell,” she lied, smiling at him. “Hubert turned out to be every woman’s fantasy.”
“You don’t say? Why didn’t you invite him inside? How are you going to seduce him if you don’t take the initiative? Or did he turn you down?”
“He didn’t turn me down, Montero. He would have hopped in bed with me in a minute if I’d asked him to.”
“Oh, so you didn’t ask him to.” He stared at her through mischievous eyes, then set his empty glass aside. “He wasn’t exactly Mr. Wonderful, was he?”
She was irked by his cool, aloof manner. Where did he get off thinking he could bust into her apartment and intimidate her this way? Lowering her feet to the floor, she leaned forward in her chair. “How do you know we didn’t do it already? We could have stopped along the road somewhere and let the heat of the moment take us.”
His stare drilled into her. “You want to know how I know nothing happened? Because your face would be aglow right now. And your hair tossed, and your clothes wrinkled. And if that kiss he gave you on the porch is any indication of the kind of lover he is--”
“Oh, all right! Nothing happened. Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
And he was. She could tell by the smirk on his face. What was with him? “And why were you spying on me, anyway?”
“I wasn’t spying. I heard a noise and was worried someone might be trying to break in.”
“Very funny. Can I ask you something?” He answered her with a shrug of one shoulder. “Why is it you won’t help me? What are you really afraid of?”
He laughed. “I’m not afraid, Janie.”
“Really?” Slowly, she got to her feet and moved toward the sofa, easing her way between the coffee table and Gabe’s knees. She stared down at him and tossed her auburn curls over her shoulders, using her most seductive look on him. She’d worn a short black sheath and black
“Hubert,” she said, gasping for air and squirming to be free. “I think we should take things a little slower.”
He looked at her with a puzzled expression. “But Gertie said--”
Janie interrupted. “Please don’t tell me you believe everything Gertie says. She’s such a kidder, isn’t she?”
“Uh . . .”
“The things that come out of that woman’s mouth. It’s enough to make me blush.”
“Uh . . . yeah. Me, too,” he agreed, a look of disappointment crossing his face.
She yawned again. “Well, I’d better get to bed before I collapse.”
“I’ll call you,” he said, then reached for her again.
Quickly, Janie shoved a hand at his chest. “You know, maybe the reason I’m so tired is that I’m coming down with something.” She sniffed and then coughed twice for effect.
Raising a brow, Hubert backed off the porch. “I’ll say goodnight then. I don’t want to risk getting sick and then spreading it to my patients.”
“No, that wouldn’t be a smart idea. Goodnight, Hubert. I had a very nice time.”
“Yeah. Me, too,” he said, hurrying toward his car.
Once he drove off, Janie breathed a sigh of relief. She stuck her key in the lock, opened the front door and froze. “What are you doing here, Montero? And how did you get inside?”
Gabe lowered the newspaper, placed it on the sofa beside him and grinned at her. “Gertie let me in.”
“What for?” She kicked off her black patent leather heels, walked across the room and dropped into the recliner. Tucking her legs beside her, she pulled her dress down over the expanse of thigh showing, then looked up at him expectantly.
Gabe had obviously been watching her every move. Slowly, he raised his gaze to her face. “I just wanted to see how your date with the doc went.” He picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table and took a sip. She had no idea where the wine had come from, except that it hadn’t come from her kitchen.
“It went swell,” she lied, smiling at him. “Hubert turned out to be every woman’s fantasy.”
“You don’t say? Why didn’t you invite him inside? How are you going to seduce him if you don’t take the initiative? Or did he turn you down?”
“He didn’t turn me down, Montero. He would have hopped in bed with me in a minute if I’d asked him to.”
“Oh, so you didn’t ask him to.” He stared at her through mischievous eyes, then set his empty glass aside. “He wasn’t exactly Mr. Wonderful, was he?”
She was irked by his cool, aloof manner. Where did he get off thinking he could bust into her apartment and intimidate her this way? Lowering her feet to the floor, she leaned forward in her chair. “How do you know we didn’t do it already? We could have stopped along the road somewhere and let the heat of the moment take us.”
His stare drilled into her. “You want to know how I know nothing happened? Because your face would be aglow right now. And your hair tossed, and your clothes wrinkled. And if that kiss he gave you on the porch is any indication of the kind of lover he is--”
“Oh, all right! Nothing happened. Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
And he was. She could tell by the smirk on his face. What was with him? “And why were you spying on me, anyway?”
“I wasn’t spying. I heard a noise and was worried someone might be trying to break in.”
“Very funny. Can I ask you something?” He answered her with a shrug of one shoulder. “Why is it you won’t help me? What are you really afraid of?”
He laughed. “I’m not afraid, Janie.”
“Really?” Slowly, she got to her feet and moved toward the sofa, easing her way between the coffee table and Gabe’s knees. She stared down at him and tossed her auburn curls over her shoulders, using her most seductive look on him. She’d worn a short black sheath and black
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