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waist and her ample bosom. Even without
the squeeze of spandex, she had more cleavage than most women. Tonight it was
definitely on display, visible by the sweater’s generous neckline. Its edge
dipped low and fell off one shoulder, exposing an expanse of creamy skin to his
eager eyes.
“You have an excellent shape,” he
murmured lowly, his eyes still caressing her. Her skin heated beneath his gaze,
and her throat went suddenly dry.
Makenna knew she was no petite goddess
of femininity. She was tall and curvy, but an active lifestyle and occasional
visits to the gym kept her in good physical condition and her muscles toned.
She was well aware of the fact that many men preferred skin and bones over her
full figure, so it was always flattering to have a man appreciate her curves,
particularly a man as handsome and ripped as Hardin Kaczmarek.
By the time his eyes made their
way to meet hers, he was grinning. “So maybe we’ll take the truck into the
mountains tomorrow. You game for some sightseeing?”
He was asking for a second date, before
this one was even half started. Taking it as the encouraging sign it was,
Makenna felt her own silly grin spread across her face. “Sure. But let’s take
the convertible. We can let the top down.”
A wicked light came to his eyes. “I’m
all about letting the top down,” he said seductively, his brazen gaze slipping
to her chest. When she blushed three shades of red, all the way down to the
cleavage he ogled, he threw back his head and laughed in genuine delight. At
the sound, Makenna’s heart did a crazy somersault and landed in her
throat.
Taking mercy on her, Hardin made a
suggestion. “Maybe we should get a table now, and order our dinner.”
“I think that might be a good idea.”
Makenna scooted to the front of her chair, waiting for his move to stand. When
he remained seated and merely leaned forward, she glanced at him with a
confused frown.
“Before we go, there’s something I’ve
got to do,” he said. She watched as he reached out and cupped his hand around
her neck. He gently pulled her forward, meeting her halfway as he pressed his
mouth against hers. Her heart went into another acrobatic feat as tingles
radiated from her lips and overtook her brain. The kiss was over before she had
the acuity to respond properly.
Hardin helped her to her feet, and she
wondered if it was because he knew her knees were shaky. His hand slid along
the curve of her waist as he followed closely behind her to the hostess stand.
As they waited to be seated in the dining room, his hand remained warmly in
place. He told her an amusing story about a friend named Travis, but her brain
was still buzzing with the electricity of his kiss. She could do little more
than stare at him, drinking in the sight of him in his snug fitting worn jeans,
black t-shirt, and casual gray sports jacket. The neutral colors made the blue
of his eyes even more striking.
Once seated, the waiter told them about
the evening’s specials and set a basket of bread between them before leaving.
“This pecan crusted salmon sounds
delicious,” Makenna said. “Hmmm. But then again, so does the asparagus chicken
with the cranberry glaze.”
“We could order them both, and share.”
“I figured you for the baby back ribs.”
“They do sound good, but I’m pretty
particular about my barbecue sauce. I’m not sure a northern chef can live up to
my southern expectations.”
Makenna laughed. “Spoken like a true
Texan. Of course, the best place to go for barbecue ribs is Daddy J-”
“Daddy Joe’s, in Wimberley.”
They said the words in unison, then
shared a laugh.
“You too, huh?” he asked.
“Of course. You know, they opened a
store in Austin, but it’s just not the same. For the real thing, you gotta go
to Wimberley.”
“So maybe I should skip the ribs and go
with the salmon,” Hardin decided, closing his menu. “Now that you’ve got me
thinking about Daddy Joe’s, ribs by anyone
the squeeze of spandex, she had more cleavage than most women. Tonight it was
definitely on display, visible by the sweater’s generous neckline. Its edge
dipped low and fell off one shoulder, exposing an expanse of creamy skin to his
eager eyes.
“You have an excellent shape,” he
murmured lowly, his eyes still caressing her. Her skin heated beneath his gaze,
and her throat went suddenly dry.
Makenna knew she was no petite goddess
of femininity. She was tall and curvy, but an active lifestyle and occasional
visits to the gym kept her in good physical condition and her muscles toned.
She was well aware of the fact that many men preferred skin and bones over her
full figure, so it was always flattering to have a man appreciate her curves,
particularly a man as handsome and ripped as Hardin Kaczmarek.
By the time his eyes made their
way to meet hers, he was grinning. “So maybe we’ll take the truck into the
mountains tomorrow. You game for some sightseeing?”
He was asking for a second date, before
this one was even half started. Taking it as the encouraging sign it was,
Makenna felt her own silly grin spread across her face. “Sure. But let’s take
the convertible. We can let the top down.”
A wicked light came to his eyes. “I’m
all about letting the top down,” he said seductively, his brazen gaze slipping
to her chest. When she blushed three shades of red, all the way down to the
cleavage he ogled, he threw back his head and laughed in genuine delight. At
the sound, Makenna’s heart did a crazy somersault and landed in her
throat.
Taking mercy on her, Hardin made a
suggestion. “Maybe we should get a table now, and order our dinner.”
“I think that might be a good idea.”
Makenna scooted to the front of her chair, waiting for his move to stand. When
he remained seated and merely leaned forward, she glanced at him with a
confused frown.
“Before we go, there’s something I’ve
got to do,” he said. She watched as he reached out and cupped his hand around
her neck. He gently pulled her forward, meeting her halfway as he pressed his
mouth against hers. Her heart went into another acrobatic feat as tingles
radiated from her lips and overtook her brain. The kiss was over before she had
the acuity to respond properly.
Hardin helped her to her feet, and she
wondered if it was because he knew her knees were shaky. His hand slid along
the curve of her waist as he followed closely behind her to the hostess stand.
As they waited to be seated in the dining room, his hand remained warmly in
place. He told her an amusing story about a friend named Travis, but her brain
was still buzzing with the electricity of his kiss. She could do little more
than stare at him, drinking in the sight of him in his snug fitting worn jeans,
black t-shirt, and casual gray sports jacket. The neutral colors made the blue
of his eyes even more striking.
Once seated, the waiter told them about
the evening’s specials and set a basket of bread between them before leaving.
“This pecan crusted salmon sounds
delicious,” Makenna said. “Hmmm. But then again, so does the asparagus chicken
with the cranberry glaze.”
“We could order them both, and share.”
“I figured you for the baby back ribs.”
“They do sound good, but I’m pretty
particular about my barbecue sauce. I’m not sure a northern chef can live up to
my southern expectations.”
Makenna laughed. “Spoken like a true
Texan. Of course, the best place to go for barbecue ribs is Daddy J-”
“Daddy Joe’s, in Wimberley.”
They said the words in unison, then
shared a laugh.
“You too, huh?” he asked.
“Of course. You know, they opened a
store in Austin, but it’s just not the same. For the real thing, you gotta go
to Wimberley.”
“So maybe I should skip the ribs and go
with the salmon,” Hardin decided, closing his menu. “Now that you’ve got me
thinking about Daddy Joe’s, ribs by anyone
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