had married his third wife, Claren, Eva had been in her twenties. The odd time they’d brought Charlie over to visit, she’d been at a loss for how to change a diaper or even how to entertain him. The only time her career put her into contact with kids was when she conducted a field trip tour of the fire station.
Mother material she was not.
She tucked her feet under her, careful not to touch any part of Jake’s naked leg. Unlike Jamison’s very put-together style, Jake wore athletic shorts, a T-shirt he’d cut the sleeves off, and his thick hair looked as if he’d raked his hands through it a million times that day. A five o’clock shadow finished off the gruff, sexy image. Polished wasn’t Jake’s vibe. Rumpled sex god was more like it.
“I guess I should go,” he said. Jake looked uncomfortable, something he never seemed to be. And it was her fault. She’d screwed up, and now she was acting as if things were different. If she wanted to erase the kiss and its repercussions, she had to go back to being herself.
“You don’t have to. The game’s nearly over, and I think Georgia plays South Carolina next. I could order pizza from Gumbeaux’s.”
See? Everything was normal. Just like always. They’d watch TV, share a pizza and never, ever talk about the kiss.
Ever.
“Sounds good but I don’t like this vibe between us. You’re acting weird after the ki—”
“Uh-uh. Don’t say it. Please. It never happened.”
But it did. She knew it. He knew it. But maybe—
“Fine. It didn’t happen. Erased.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. So pizza?”
“Yeah. Get extra olives on my half,” he said, toeing off his sneakers and propping his socked feet on her coffee table. As if he was her brother. As if he’d already forgotten.
Gotta love the single-mindedness of a dude.
Perfect.
“I know what you like.” Eva uncurled and padded toward the kitchen to grab her phone and the number for Gumbeaux’s. After ordering Jake’s extra hamburger, extra olives pizza, she slipped off to her room to change into a T-shirt and some shorts she’d made from an old pair of sweatpants. She even took out her contacts, washed her face and put on her glasses.
She returned to the living room and held out her hand.
Jake moved his head around to catch a play.
“Money.”
He looked up. “For...”
“Pizza. No freeloading.”
Jake reached for his wallet, pulling the pocket inside out and leaving it that way. Yeah, Jake wasn’t anything near Jamison French...other than being good-looking as the devil himself. He handed her a couple bills. “That’s too much,” she said, shoving a ten back at him.
“Keep it.”
“No, this isn’t a date. We go halfsies.”
“I’m drinking your beer. Keep it.”
Eva shrugged and tucked the money into her wallet, plopping onto the wing-backed chair far away from Jake. He watched the game until a commercial came on, and then he turned to her. He wrinkled his nose. “Why’d you change?”
“Because it’s just you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t have to stay gussied up.”
“But you did for Jamison?”
He sounded almost jealous. Weird. “Of course. It was a date. Don’t you take a shower, brush your teeth and douse yourself in cologne when you go on a date?”
“I don’t douse myself.”
Eva laughed. “Well, I guess it’s better than smelling like gym socks.”
Jake faked outrage. “I hope you know my gym socks smell like a summer’s day.”
“Exactly. Ripe.”
A short while later the doorbell rang and Eva answered, taking the piping-hot pizzas and inhaling the deliciousness. Seconds later she grabbed paper plates and set the boxes on the coffee table, lifting the lids. Jake dug in, pulling out several pieces, dangling the stringy cheese into his mouth before taking the first bite.
“Ah, now that’s some good pizza,” he said, chewing and making an orgasmic face. Or at least that’s how she envisioned his orgasmic face. Yeah. She’d fantasized, in the small darkness of her room, snug beneath her down comforter, her mind going where she normally wouldn’t let it in the brightness of the day. “Come sit by me, Eva.”
He’d patted the couch next to him, offering her a nonwolfish smile.
“Why?” she asked, pulling out a slice of the classic pepperoni with extra cheese pizza that was her favorite.
“Because it’s stupid for you to sit in that uncomfortable chair over there. Your couch is squishy and comfy, and I won’t bite you...even after the event that shall not be named.”
Eva realized she was being silly. This was Jake. And even though he said he’d forgotten the kiss they’d shared...and even if he’d already brought it up as a shall not be named happening, she couldn’t see the TV all that well from the scratchy chair she’d inherited from her grandmother.
She got up and slumped down on the cushion next to him, chewing her pizza thoughtfully as the Notre Dame quarterback ran the ball into the end zone for a touchdown. “I don’t want to refer to that thing yesterday as anything. You said you’d forget it.”
For a few seconds Jake chewed. Finally, he said, “What if I don’t want to forget it?”
Eva’s belly flopped and it had nothing to do with the pizza. “Why wouldn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t expect it, but it was interesting.”
She sat her half-eaten pizza on the plate, rubbing her fingers against the paper towel she’d placed in her lap. “Interesting? No, it was insane. I don’t know why...ugh, you know, this is why I didn’t want to discuss it. Why I wanted to forget about it. Makes everything so weird between us.”
Jake tossed his empty plate on top of the pizza box. “Yes, it does, but still, I have questions that need answering.”
Eva sat up. “It was a dumb kiss. I don’t know why I did it. Just drop it.” Of course she knew why she’d kissed him. She’d dreamed about it for three years, yearning for his body against her, almost desperate to take one little taste of Jake.
But he didn’t have to know that.
“No,” he said, wiping his hands on a napkin.
“No?”
“See,
