was good or bad, she shook her head. “I’ve got a lot to do tonight. Besides, I’m sure the two of you have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Are you sure?” Folding the canvas grocery bag, Sara tucked it between the counter and the refrigerator before joining them. “I’d love for you to join us.”
With an unreadable look on her face, Lark gave Shane a long look again.
“I’d better not,” she said quietly. She took the key ring out of her pocket and slipped one key off. “This will get you back in later. Why don’t you guys go eat? I’ll set out the bedding, towels and such.”
He’d rather stay.
Which is why Shane didn’t object when Sara tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and called a goodbye to her friend.
He shot Lark one last glance on his way out the door. Not because he wanted to remember what she looked like—her image was etched on his brain. He just wanted to see if she was looking.
Damn.
She had the sexiest smile, standing there with that dragon in her hand. The one she’d made by fondling a long tube. Sure, the tube was clay, but he’d bet she was good enough to extend that talent to tubes of flesh.
And she was off-limits, he reminded himself as he followed Sara down the stairs. It was just as well that Sara had sideswiped his making a move on her friend.
His mind agreed.
His dick, however, called it pure bullshit.
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