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reflection of his lenses.
The fucking sunglasses had to go. “Really? I don’t even know if I know how to do that.” She scrunched up her nose. Missionary position for an entire weekend? No bondage? No anal? Shoot her now. She’d never get her proper orgasm. “What if we don’t like it?”
“Well, then we spice it up. I’m sure vanilla people can get a little kinky.” He set his jaw a little as he thought, looking more serious as he glanced at her. “When I go home, the purpose is to clear my brain. I go home when I need to be as far from what my regular life is. My life is not working. I am man enough to admit that. And for one weekend, I think we both need not to be spies, not to be adventurous, and just be…normal. That’s what going home is about. It’s about being normal.”
“Normal.” She’d never been normal. Would never be normal. But it was a tantalizing thought. What would normal be like, with Jake?
“Maybe being normal is what you need to solve your problem,” he said softly.
Maybe? She swallowed and thought of the life she had lived thus far. Wild. Adventurous. Sinful. She was definitely going to rot in hell, but at the same time, she didn’t know if she would change it. She wasn’t so sure her problem was linked to her lifestyle choices.
She glanced at him again as he removed his sunglasses. So handsome, his blond hair tousled. For the first time, his blue eyes were tired. Sad. He really did need to get away, so he could cleanse himself of Blondie, put some distance between them. Maybe being there for him wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was the right thing to do.
God help her, she wanted him, even though his heart belonged somewhere else. Her entire being felt alive, even just riding in the truck next to him, his hand dangerously close to her leg. Tia wet her lips. His heart might be claimed, but he wanted to be normal—with her. If she was honest, a very small part of her longed for something different in her life. She’d been searching for different for a long time, and he was right—it wasn’t working. Maybe normal was just what she needed, too.
“Normal it is, then.”
Chapter Five
The quest for normal began in the grocery store, because as Jake told Tia just after lunchtime, that’s what normal people did. They bought groceries. So she tagged along when they stopped in the same little town he lived in when he wasn’t working. His place in rural Virginia exceeded the work rule of needing to be able to be on a plane in under an hour limit, but he loved the farm too much to sell it.
Jake strolled into the grocery store like he owned the place, smiling at the pretty checkout girl, kissing one older lady’s cheek when she greeted him by name. Then he grabbed a cart and Tia’s hand and off they went.
“What do you like?” he asked as they strolled through the fresh produce. He grabbed a huge bag of carrots and dropped them into the cart.
“Hmm. Anything that isn’t featured in an airport restaurant section.”
“No cinnamon buns, then.”
“I like the cinnamon buns.” She pondered for a moment. It’d been ages since she planned any sort of meal for any length of time. “I want a roast chicken and an ice-cream sundae.”
“Really? I’ll make you run extra for ice cream.”
“I’ll pay double the miles for hot fudge.”
He grinned. “You’re on.”
They went to the frozen foods section, fought over ice cream flavors, and finally decided they both could stand chocolate chip. He gave her a lascivious glance that heated her insides as he put a can of whipped cream in the cart.
“Vanilla people don’t use whipped cream for that ,” she informed him but let it stay. She wanted it on her sundae. She’d be damned if the stupid house kept her from having whipped cream.
“I bet they do. You want me to ask someone? I don’t even know if I know any vanilla people.” Jake turned, looking inquisitive, innocent, and she freaked.
“No!” She glanced around,
The fucking sunglasses had to go. “Really? I don’t even know if I know how to do that.” She scrunched up her nose. Missionary position for an entire weekend? No bondage? No anal? Shoot her now. She’d never get her proper orgasm. “What if we don’t like it?”
“Well, then we spice it up. I’m sure vanilla people can get a little kinky.” He set his jaw a little as he thought, looking more serious as he glanced at her. “When I go home, the purpose is to clear my brain. I go home when I need to be as far from what my regular life is. My life is not working. I am man enough to admit that. And for one weekend, I think we both need not to be spies, not to be adventurous, and just be…normal. That’s what going home is about. It’s about being normal.”
“Normal.” She’d never been normal. Would never be normal. But it was a tantalizing thought. What would normal be like, with Jake?
“Maybe being normal is what you need to solve your problem,” he said softly.
Maybe? She swallowed and thought of the life she had lived thus far. Wild. Adventurous. Sinful. She was definitely going to rot in hell, but at the same time, she didn’t know if she would change it. She wasn’t so sure her problem was linked to her lifestyle choices.
She glanced at him again as he removed his sunglasses. So handsome, his blond hair tousled. For the first time, his blue eyes were tired. Sad. He really did need to get away, so he could cleanse himself of Blondie, put some distance between them. Maybe being there for him wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was the right thing to do.
God help her, she wanted him, even though his heart belonged somewhere else. Her entire being felt alive, even just riding in the truck next to him, his hand dangerously close to her leg. Tia wet her lips. His heart might be claimed, but he wanted to be normal—with her. If she was honest, a very small part of her longed for something different in her life. She’d been searching for different for a long time, and he was right—it wasn’t working. Maybe normal was just what she needed, too.
“Normal it is, then.”
Chapter Five
The quest for normal began in the grocery store, because as Jake told Tia just after lunchtime, that’s what normal people did. They bought groceries. So she tagged along when they stopped in the same little town he lived in when he wasn’t working. His place in rural Virginia exceeded the work rule of needing to be able to be on a plane in under an hour limit, but he loved the farm too much to sell it.
Jake strolled into the grocery store like he owned the place, smiling at the pretty checkout girl, kissing one older lady’s cheek when she greeted him by name. Then he grabbed a cart and Tia’s hand and off they went.
“What do you like?” he asked as they strolled through the fresh produce. He grabbed a huge bag of carrots and dropped them into the cart.
“Hmm. Anything that isn’t featured in an airport restaurant section.”
“No cinnamon buns, then.”
“I like the cinnamon buns.” She pondered for a moment. It’d been ages since she planned any sort of meal for any length of time. “I want a roast chicken and an ice-cream sundae.”
“Really? I’ll make you run extra for ice cream.”
“I’ll pay double the miles for hot fudge.”
He grinned. “You’re on.”
They went to the frozen foods section, fought over ice cream flavors, and finally decided they both could stand chocolate chip. He gave her a lascivious glance that heated her insides as he put a can of whipped cream in the cart.
“Vanilla people don’t use whipped cream for that ,” she informed him but let it stay. She wanted it on her sundae. She’d be damned if the stupid house kept her from having whipped cream.
“I bet they do. You want me to ask someone? I don’t even know if I know any vanilla people.” Jake turned, looking inquisitive, innocent, and she freaked.
“No!” She glanced around,
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