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much. Even now, she barely trusted either one of them with a can opener. “I don’t think Locke kept his lunch the entire time they were learning.”
“You couldn’t have been worse than that.”
“I didn’t make him throw up, no.” But she could still hear his barked, SonofabitchMandy! every time she thought about it. “A big part of the car payment came from his swear jar dues, though. And you do know how the passenger armrests in the van were broken, right?”
Cole’s stunned blink had her giggling.
She put her hands on the armrests of her own plastic chair, lifted her body while stomping her right foot and in a voice she hoped wouldn’t carry, mimicked, “Brake, Mandy! Brake, brake, brake, goddammit, braaaake !”
They were both still cracking up when the finance agent came back to his desk with a wide grin and a folder of papers. “I see you two are having a great time.”
“Oh, you know, the usual new-car mania,” Cole answered, winking at her.
He always winked whenever they had a private joke. Like when he made some obscure Star Trek reference or said something ridiculous in Elvish just to drive her brothers insane. He’d winked at her at least a million times in the course of the twelve years they’d known each other. This moment shouldn’t have been any different, but she had the feeling this was the first time he ever noticed that her breath caught as a direct result.
For a split second, his grin faded and his eyes narrowed, gaze going to her mouth. His brows drew together, consternation clouding his expression and giving her hope…until realization had those brows lifting.
Don’t panic. He won’t ask you about it here. He’ll forget in twenty seconds, he always does. Do. Not. Panic!
“I have great news for you, Miss Jackman!” the agent announced, opening the folder and pulling out a set of keys, holding it up by a little black alarm bob. “You’re now the proud owner of your first car!”
She yanked her gaze from Cole’s face, hoping hers wasn’t turning that oh-so-attractive shade of red again. “Really?”
“Really. She’s all yours. We’ll have to sign a few more papers, but the numbers we were hoping for are going to pan out. You’ll have a monthly payment of two hundred and twenty-six dollars, and that’ll include the extended warranty…”
She tried to concentrate on the agent’s words, but they kept fading out on her. This whole seduction plan was not going well. First Cole saw her half naked before he was supposed to. Then she yelled at him until he yelled back. Now he was starting to notice her feelings when she was supposed to make this whole thing about casual sex. Dirty, sweaty, in-the-daytime sex.
No wonder no one left the seducing to the virgins.
This is not about your feelings, Amanda Jackman. This is about getting that man naked and doing everything you ever fantasized about with him. Getting him out of your system, not drinking more of the Cole-flavored Kool-Aid. Twelve years of pining is enough. Hit it and quit it, girl. You’re never going to quit anything if you bring feelings into it. And you’ll have to quit him, because if there’s anything you know about Cole Engstrom, it’s if you get attached, he’ll walk away from you .
Like she was on fire.
Away from the Jackmans, Cole’s relationship capability rated somewhere in the zero-point range. He liked women. He sure seemed to like going out with them, and since she considered it highly unlikely they were playing patty-cake when they were alone together, she could safely guess he liked sex. But the walls he put up with other people were almost ridiculous. Nothing but surface with whoever he considered an outsider. A nod, a faint smile of recognition. That was all people he’d grown up with all his life ever got. Common courtesy, yes. But no one saw the Cole who laughed and played, who argued and sniped, or even the one who ground his teeth in silent rage. No one but her family.
If she
“You couldn’t have been worse than that.”
“I didn’t make him throw up, no.” But she could still hear his barked, SonofabitchMandy! every time she thought about it. “A big part of the car payment came from his swear jar dues, though. And you do know how the passenger armrests in the van were broken, right?”
Cole’s stunned blink had her giggling.
She put her hands on the armrests of her own plastic chair, lifted her body while stomping her right foot and in a voice she hoped wouldn’t carry, mimicked, “Brake, Mandy! Brake, brake, brake, goddammit, braaaake !”
They were both still cracking up when the finance agent came back to his desk with a wide grin and a folder of papers. “I see you two are having a great time.”
“Oh, you know, the usual new-car mania,” Cole answered, winking at her.
He always winked whenever they had a private joke. Like when he made some obscure Star Trek reference or said something ridiculous in Elvish just to drive her brothers insane. He’d winked at her at least a million times in the course of the twelve years they’d known each other. This moment shouldn’t have been any different, but she had the feeling this was the first time he ever noticed that her breath caught as a direct result.
For a split second, his grin faded and his eyes narrowed, gaze going to her mouth. His brows drew together, consternation clouding his expression and giving her hope…until realization had those brows lifting.
Don’t panic. He won’t ask you about it here. He’ll forget in twenty seconds, he always does. Do. Not. Panic!
“I have great news for you, Miss Jackman!” the agent announced, opening the folder and pulling out a set of keys, holding it up by a little black alarm bob. “You’re now the proud owner of your first car!”
She yanked her gaze from Cole’s face, hoping hers wasn’t turning that oh-so-attractive shade of red again. “Really?”
“Really. She’s all yours. We’ll have to sign a few more papers, but the numbers we were hoping for are going to pan out. You’ll have a monthly payment of two hundred and twenty-six dollars, and that’ll include the extended warranty…”
She tried to concentrate on the agent’s words, but they kept fading out on her. This whole seduction plan was not going well. First Cole saw her half naked before he was supposed to. Then she yelled at him until he yelled back. Now he was starting to notice her feelings when she was supposed to make this whole thing about casual sex. Dirty, sweaty, in-the-daytime sex.
No wonder no one left the seducing to the virgins.
This is not about your feelings, Amanda Jackman. This is about getting that man naked and doing everything you ever fantasized about with him. Getting him out of your system, not drinking more of the Cole-flavored Kool-Aid. Twelve years of pining is enough. Hit it and quit it, girl. You’re never going to quit anything if you bring feelings into it. And you’ll have to quit him, because if there’s anything you know about Cole Engstrom, it’s if you get attached, he’ll walk away from you .
Like she was on fire.
Away from the Jackmans, Cole’s relationship capability rated somewhere in the zero-point range. He liked women. He sure seemed to like going out with them, and since she considered it highly unlikely they were playing patty-cake when they were alone together, she could safely guess he liked sex. But the walls he put up with other people were almost ridiculous. Nothing but surface with whoever he considered an outsider. A nod, a faint smile of recognition. That was all people he’d grown up with all his life ever got. Common courtesy, yes. But no one saw the Cole who laughed and played, who argued and sniped, or even the one who ground his teeth in silent rage. No one but her family.
If she
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