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know each other’s surnames. Craig fixed the confusion by holding out his hand.
“Craig Matheson.”
“Michelle Needham.” She grinned and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
His grip was warm and firm, and Michelle tried not to think about when the same hand was clasping her bare breast. He let go and turned to watch the marquee.
“So, what are you in the mood for?” he asked.
Don’t tempt me. “I’m open. Funny, soppy, fighty.”
“Fighty?”
“I couldn’t think of a different word that ended in a ‘y’.”
He laughed, flashing his perfectly straight white teeth. “Well I’m not in the mood for fighty, so that leaves soppy and funny, I guess.”
“Aha!” Michelle pointed to a poster on the other side of the entrance. “A romantic comedy.”
“Perfect.” Craig gestured toward the doors. “Shall we?”
Craig insisted on buying the tickets, popcorn, and drinks, and then carried it all into the theater, too. He was certainly off to a good start, she decided as they settled into their seats halfway to the screen. She’d almost made a joke about heading up to the back row, but she held her tongue, deciding she didn’t know if he’d take it seriously or not.
The movie was a pretty standard affair. She could tell within the first five minutes how it would turn out. The Hollywood hunk would fall in love with the Hollywood babe, fumble through a series of misunderstandings and comedy moments, and they would end up falling in love. It was nothing special, but it had funny bits and lots of eye candy, so it would do. Craig seemed entertained, too, and certainly enjoyed his comedy. His face lit up when he laughed, and it infectious enough that it always managed to make Michelle grin, too.
They didn’t talk at all, since it was a movie, but Michelle noticed him looking at her from the corner of her eye, and he probably noticed her doing the same more than a few times. She reached over and grabbed more popcorn. As she tossed it into her mouth, one kernel managed to slip away and fell down her blouse, resting neatly on her cleavage. She cursed and reached for it, then straightened to find Craig watching, an eyebrow raised.
“Lucky popcorn.”
Michelle grinned and pointed at his own popcorn that rested on his lap. “Ditto.”
Craig laughed. “Maybe we should’ve gone to the back row instead.”
Be still, my heart. A man with my sense of humor. Michelle batted him in the arm with a hand, and he feigned pain before winking and turning back to the movie.
By the middle of the movie the plot had all but disappeared, and Michelle started to get bored. Craig must have been feeling the same, as his gaze started to shift around the theater. Michelle decided to take the initiative and grabbed his arm. He turned, a questioning look on his face.
“This is starting to stink,” she said. “Want to grab a coffee or something?”
“You read my mind, Michelle.”
She beamed and stood, closely followed by Craig. God, her name sounded good in his deep voice. She could definitely get used to hearing him say it. They headed out into the lobby and toward the exit, silent but not uncomfortably so. As they reached the door, Craig pulled off his jacket and offered it to Michelle.
“Won’t you be cold?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t really notice it most of the time. Take it.”
Michelle smiled and pulled on the coat. It smelled lightly of wood and Craig’s aftershave.
“You must work with lumber,” she said as they headed out onto the street.
“I’m a foreman for a construction company, but I like to help out with the carpentry when I can.” He smiled. “You’ve got a good nose on you.”
“I get that a lot. I’m a—”
“Don’t tell me,” he said. “I bet I can guess.”
“Go on, then.”
“Something in an office. Something arty?”
Michelle raised an eyebrow. “Graphic design. How did you guess?”
He grinned and took her hand, holding it up. “Ink
“Craig Matheson.”
“Michelle Needham.” She grinned and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
His grip was warm and firm, and Michelle tried not to think about when the same hand was clasping her bare breast. He let go and turned to watch the marquee.
“So, what are you in the mood for?” he asked.
Don’t tempt me. “I’m open. Funny, soppy, fighty.”
“Fighty?”
“I couldn’t think of a different word that ended in a ‘y’.”
He laughed, flashing his perfectly straight white teeth. “Well I’m not in the mood for fighty, so that leaves soppy and funny, I guess.”
“Aha!” Michelle pointed to a poster on the other side of the entrance. “A romantic comedy.”
“Perfect.” Craig gestured toward the doors. “Shall we?”
Craig insisted on buying the tickets, popcorn, and drinks, and then carried it all into the theater, too. He was certainly off to a good start, she decided as they settled into their seats halfway to the screen. She’d almost made a joke about heading up to the back row, but she held her tongue, deciding she didn’t know if he’d take it seriously or not.
The movie was a pretty standard affair. She could tell within the first five minutes how it would turn out. The Hollywood hunk would fall in love with the Hollywood babe, fumble through a series of misunderstandings and comedy moments, and they would end up falling in love. It was nothing special, but it had funny bits and lots of eye candy, so it would do. Craig seemed entertained, too, and certainly enjoyed his comedy. His face lit up when he laughed, and it infectious enough that it always managed to make Michelle grin, too.
They didn’t talk at all, since it was a movie, but Michelle noticed him looking at her from the corner of her eye, and he probably noticed her doing the same more than a few times. She reached over and grabbed more popcorn. As she tossed it into her mouth, one kernel managed to slip away and fell down her blouse, resting neatly on her cleavage. She cursed and reached for it, then straightened to find Craig watching, an eyebrow raised.
“Lucky popcorn.”
Michelle grinned and pointed at his own popcorn that rested on his lap. “Ditto.”
Craig laughed. “Maybe we should’ve gone to the back row instead.”
Be still, my heart. A man with my sense of humor. Michelle batted him in the arm with a hand, and he feigned pain before winking and turning back to the movie.
By the middle of the movie the plot had all but disappeared, and Michelle started to get bored. Craig must have been feeling the same, as his gaze started to shift around the theater. Michelle decided to take the initiative and grabbed his arm. He turned, a questioning look on his face.
“This is starting to stink,” she said. “Want to grab a coffee or something?”
“You read my mind, Michelle.”
She beamed and stood, closely followed by Craig. God, her name sounded good in his deep voice. She could definitely get used to hearing him say it. They headed out into the lobby and toward the exit, silent but not uncomfortably so. As they reached the door, Craig pulled off his jacket and offered it to Michelle.
“Won’t you be cold?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t really notice it most of the time. Take it.”
Michelle smiled and pulled on the coat. It smelled lightly of wood and Craig’s aftershave.
“You must work with lumber,” she said as they headed out onto the street.
“I’m a foreman for a construction company, but I like to help out with the carpentry when I can.” He smiled. “You’ve got a good nose on you.”
“I get that a lot. I’m a—”
“Don’t tell me,” he said. “I bet I can guess.”
“Go on, then.”
“Something in an office. Something arty?”
Michelle raised an eyebrow. “Graphic design. How did you guess?”
He grinned and took her hand, holding it up. “Ink
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