her to do at check-in. “How much do I owe you for dinner?”
“Forget it.”
She removed a string from around her neck. “No, we all were given a certain allotment of beads, and it wouldn’t be fair for you to run out.”
“You can pay the tab next time.”
“What if there isn’t a next time?”
He narrowed his gaze and studied her face.
The silence grew uncomfortable, and she stared down at the cocktail napkin she’d been shredding. “You know, you might hook up with someone else and I won’t see much of you.”
“Carly,” he said, as if scolding a child, and then he took the string of beads out of her other hand, “I thought we’d already settled that.”
She slid a glance at the beads, wondering what he had planned for them. He leaned close and then slipped them over her head and kissed her briefly on the lips. He pulled back slightly to smile at her.
“Here you go.” The waitress appeared with their sundaes. “I put extra whipped cream on both,” she said as she set a huge glass bowl in front of each of them.
“Thanks,” Carly said.
The server smiled. “Anything else?”
Rick raised a questioning brow at Carly. She shook her head and picked up her spoon, no longer interested in dessert. What she wanted was for Rick to kiss her again.
She also wanted him to go away and leave her alone.
What a mess.
The waitress gave Rick the total, and he dropped the appropriate number of beads in her hand. Although she remained pleasant, she didn’t seem nearly as interested in Rick as before, and Carly realized the kiss must have warned her off.
Foolish pleasure warmed her, and when Rick dipped his spoon into his sundae and brought the offering to her lips, she didn’t hesitate. He smiled and brushed some stray whipped cream off her top lip. She had the nearly irresistible urge to draw his thumb into her mouth. She stopped herself, but when she met his gaze she knew she was busted.
He knew how turned on she was. It was there in the golden flecks in his eyes, like liquid flames of desire, matching her own wants and needs.
God, she wanted him. Wanted to go back to her room and strip him naked. Explore every nuance of his body. What would be so terrible about being with Rick? She couldn’t possibly get too attached in just one week, could she? And then she’d never see him again. Equally important, he had no reason to go to Oroville.
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