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Authors: Liz Talley
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Action & Adventure, best friend, sensual, lovers, co-worker, Female Firefighter, Crossing Lines, Past Tragedy, One Kiss
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Jamison. It was fun.”
“It was. I’m glad you went with me.”
“Would you like to come inside for a drink? Or to use the bathroom?”
Why had she asked that? Just because the beer had done a number on her didn’t mean he had to go to the bathroom, too. Jeez, she sucked at dating.
Jamison grinned. “You’re asking me in to pee?”
Eva never blushed, but she felt close to it in that moment. “Sorry, I know you have a bit of a drive home. That was stupid.”
“Nah, it was cute,” he said with another blinding smile. “I really should go, but I hope we can do this again.”
With Charlie about to come live with her, things felt uncertain in her life. But taking in her brother didn’t mean she had to quit being who she was. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good. So maybe... Tuesday night? They’re showing
Bringing Up Baby
at the Grand. Want to share some popcorn with me?”
Eva shook her head. “I have some things going on early in the week, but maybe by Friday I can get away.”
“Well, that movie won’t be showing, but I bet we can find something to do,” he said. Any other guy would have made the last statement sound sexual, but not Jamison. He sincerely meant they’d find something to do. That thought almost made Eva giggle.
“That sounds great,” she said, twisting the key.
“It’s a date, then,” Jamison said, moving toward her.
Okay, so now he’d kiss her. She turned toward him, but he merely gave her a quick squeeze of her shoulders. “See ya then. Thanks.”
Then he was gone, moving quickly down the steps toward the new Mercedes he’d parked in her driveway.
Eva watched him before giving him a quick wave as he climbed inside the car.
Maybe Jamison was gay, but she didn’t think so. But what man turned away from a kiss—twice? She didn’t know many who would, but perhaps it was one of those rules for dating that he professed to have. Maybe kisses on the first date weren’t allowed no matter what. Or maybe he wasn’t into her. Maybe he was—
“Hey.”
Eva jumped, dropping her keys. “Jake, you scared me to death.”
Jake grinned like the devil he was. “You look alive to me...and I must say, damn nice in that short thing you’re wearing.”
Eva bent over to grab the keys she’d dropped, holding a hand to her bodice so the fabric didn’t gape and show her boobs to the man she’d always wanted to show her boobs to. “Um, thank you.”
“Guess ol’ Jamie didn’t appreciate it, huh? No good-night kiss.”
“It’s not night,” Eva said, twisting the doorknob and pushing into the blessed coolness of her house. She didn’t bother asking Jake to come in—she knew he’d do so anyway. The only thing she cared about was going to the bathroom.
He closed the door. “But it
was
a date, right?”
“I guess,” she said, dumping her cross-body purse onto the piano bench, setting her keys atop the instrument. “You want a beer?”
“I always want a beer,” he said, checking out the picture of Eva’s mother, which she’d hung above the flowery club chair in the living space. It had been taken when her mother had graduated high school and was the way Eva liked to remember her mother—as a laughing girl. Not as the emotional wreck she was now.
Eva pulled off her sandals and padded barefoot through her small kitchen and into the bathroom, which she made quick use of. She then pulled two beers from the fridge, popped the tops and walked back to the living room, sinking onto the couch. “How was the sale?”
“What?”
“The rummage sale. Did they raise a lot of money?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” He walked over and grabbed the beer she held out before dropping onto the couch beside her.
Eva didn’t want him to sit next to her. Any other time it would have been fine, but at the moment a kiss sat between them. She’d spent all of last night and half of this morning berating herself for being a damn idiot.
She’d kissed a man who’d been trying
“It was. I’m glad you went with me.”
“Would you like to come inside for a drink? Or to use the bathroom?”
Why had she asked that? Just because the beer had done a number on her didn’t mean he had to go to the bathroom, too. Jeez, she sucked at dating.
Jamison grinned. “You’re asking me in to pee?”
Eva never blushed, but she felt close to it in that moment. “Sorry, I know you have a bit of a drive home. That was stupid.”
“Nah, it was cute,” he said with another blinding smile. “I really should go, but I hope we can do this again.”
With Charlie about to come live with her, things felt uncertain in her life. But taking in her brother didn’t mean she had to quit being who she was. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good. So maybe... Tuesday night? They’re showing
Bringing Up Baby
at the Grand. Want to share some popcorn with me?”
Eva shook her head. “I have some things going on early in the week, but maybe by Friday I can get away.”
“Well, that movie won’t be showing, but I bet we can find something to do,” he said. Any other guy would have made the last statement sound sexual, but not Jamison. He sincerely meant they’d find something to do. That thought almost made Eva giggle.
“That sounds great,” she said, twisting the key.
“It’s a date, then,” Jamison said, moving toward her.
Okay, so now he’d kiss her. She turned toward him, but he merely gave her a quick squeeze of her shoulders. “See ya then. Thanks.”
Then he was gone, moving quickly down the steps toward the new Mercedes he’d parked in her driveway.
Eva watched him before giving him a quick wave as he climbed inside the car.
Maybe Jamison was gay, but she didn’t think so. But what man turned away from a kiss—twice? She didn’t know many who would, but perhaps it was one of those rules for dating that he professed to have. Maybe kisses on the first date weren’t allowed no matter what. Or maybe he wasn’t into her. Maybe he was—
“Hey.”
Eva jumped, dropping her keys. “Jake, you scared me to death.”
Jake grinned like the devil he was. “You look alive to me...and I must say, damn nice in that short thing you’re wearing.”
Eva bent over to grab the keys she’d dropped, holding a hand to her bodice so the fabric didn’t gape and show her boobs to the man she’d always wanted to show her boobs to. “Um, thank you.”
“Guess ol’ Jamie didn’t appreciate it, huh? No good-night kiss.”
“It’s not night,” Eva said, twisting the doorknob and pushing into the blessed coolness of her house. She didn’t bother asking Jake to come in—she knew he’d do so anyway. The only thing she cared about was going to the bathroom.
He closed the door. “But it
was
a date, right?”
“I guess,” she said, dumping her cross-body purse onto the piano bench, setting her keys atop the instrument. “You want a beer?”
“I always want a beer,” he said, checking out the picture of Eva’s mother, which she’d hung above the flowery club chair in the living space. It had been taken when her mother had graduated high school and was the way Eva liked to remember her mother—as a laughing girl. Not as the emotional wreck she was now.
Eva pulled off her sandals and padded barefoot through her small kitchen and into the bathroom, which she made quick use of. She then pulled two beers from the fridge, popped the tops and walked back to the living room, sinking onto the couch. “How was the sale?”
“What?”
“The rummage sale. Did they raise a lot of money?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” He walked over and grabbed the beer she held out before dropping onto the couch beside her.
Eva didn’t want him to sit next to her. Any other time it would have been fine, but at the moment a kiss sat between them. She’d spent all of last night and half of this morning berating herself for being a damn idiot.
She’d kissed a man who’d been trying
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