“I don’t really date,” she admitted. “As you noted earlier I’m pretty much always all about work.”
“No man asks you out?”
“They do but I’m busy and no one has intrigued me enough—”
“Enough? Enough to what?”
She tipped her head to the side, studying him with that clear cool gaze of hers. “To risk getting hurt.”
“Not every relationship equals hurt,” he said.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said, turning on her heel and heading toward the door.
“Who hurt you?” he asked. “Was it a lover or your father?”
She glanced back over her shoulder. “It doesn’t really matter. At least not now.”
Willow was surprised by how intuitive Jack was and she didn’t necessarily like it. A fun bet with Nic was one thing; actually letting Jack past her defenses was something else. She’d meant it when she’d said she wished he wasn’t a good kisser. She didn’t want to like him.
She understood why Nichole had wanted her to come on this date. But Willow hadn’t realized how much she had hidden away from her past until now. The emotions she’d thought she’d forgotten were all there stirring inside of her and making her say and do things that her common sense said not to.
“I think it does matter,” he said. “I don’t want to fight a ghost of a man. Tell me the details so I know what I’m up against.”
No way. She didn’t want to get all deep and Greek tragedy on him. She always thought of her epic quest for vengeance as some sort of ancient tale. It made it easier to wait for opportunities to strike back at Jack. Vengeance wasn’t an instant gratification process.
“This was our first date,” she said. “You are supposed to be thinking about asking me out on a second date, not about the other men I’ve dated.”
“I am thinking about that, Wills, but I know that you’re not going to fall for a man you can’t trust. And so far all I’ve done to impress you is not kiss gross.”
“The not being gross thing counts for a lot more than you think it does,” she said, trying to move the conversation back into safer waters without letting him see how desperately she wanted to stop talking about this.
“Trust me, I’m flattered. But one of the things I’m seeing about you is that it takes more than a kiss to woo you.”
“Why woo me? Can’t you just do whatever it is you usually do?” she asked.
“No way. That’s the surefire way to have you for just one night,” he said.
That had to be a line.
“You want more than that?” she asked. “You don’t even know me.”
“Agreed. But I want to know you. Every time I’m with you I want to stay in your presence as long as I can. I know it’s not cool to admit but I’m obsessed with you.”
“Obsessed with me? As soon as you figure out why you’ll move on,” she said.
He shrugged. “I don’t think so. That’s why I need to know more about you.”
She doubted that knowledge would help. But the fact that he admitted to being enamored with her was a mark in her favor. She wanted revenge and she saw that it could be very easily had if she played her cards right. Except that she was conflicted. She liked Jack.
He had a self-effacing side—something that she’d take over ego and arrogance any day. He was funny and charming and then there were his kisses, which had almost made her want to drag him to the floor and have her way with him.
“I guess next Saturday will be a big date for us, then,” she said.
“Unless you want to stay here now and talk all night,” he said. “I’m flying to L.A. in the morning so I don’t mind.”
“Really? Don’t you need sleep like the rest of us?”
“I do,” he said, “but for you, I’d give it up.”
She had to work tomorrow but she was honest enough to admit to herself that she probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight for thinking about him. But staying here had mistake written all over it and she was done making mistakes with Jack Crown … really, she was.
“I can’t. I’m not ready to be that intense with you, Jack. I’m still not sure you aren’t playing some kind of game with me.”
He looked hurt for a nanosecond and then covered it with a shrug. “I’m not really a player.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t know you well enough yet. Thanks again for helping out with Deidre, though.”
“No problem. I like being able to help.”
“I can see that,” she said.
She reached for the doorknob and then glanced back over her shoulder to say goodbye. There was a wistful look on Jack’s face. She realized then that Nichole might have known that Jack seemed to genuinely care about her. Willow didn’t understand him herself. How could someone who’d treated her so callously in high school have grown into this man?
“Night,” he said, lifting one hand to wave goodbye to her.
“Night,” she said, walking out into the hallway and closing the door. She leaned back against it and took a deep breath. She really didn’t know what had happened but her heart was racing and she regretted leaving him.
She wasn’t being careful with her own emotions. Why was it that Jack Crown seemed to know the things to do and say to make her feel this way? Why couldn’t she meet another man who had this kind of power over her?
Why him?
She pushed away from the door and walked down the hallway before realizing she’d forgotten her coat. Dammit, if it weren’t so cold she’d just leave it. But it had been snowing when she’d arrived. She turned back and knocked on his door.
He opened it and held out her coat. She saw that he’d put his own on and had his keys in his hands. He had a scarf draped around his neck.
“I was coming after you,” he said. The light from the hallway shone down on his hair and brought out the angles of his face. He was truly a very beautiful man and a part of her was angry at him just for being so damned attractive to her. Life would be much easier if he weren’t. “You’re going to need this.”
She nodded and reached out for her coat but he held it up for her.
“Turn around,” he said. “I’ll help you.”
She did as he asked, sliding her arms into her coat. It had been a long time since anyone had helped her with her coat and the little gesture touched her. Made her remember the other caring things he’d done tonight.
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