Bobbie called out to him. “We’ll discuss it some other time. Not tomorrow though. I’ve got a meeting in Austin. But soon.”
He didn’t even spare her a glance. “Okay.”
“Well, well,” Crystal said coming up behind her. They both watched as Aidan flew away. “I thought the Aidan-o-rama didn’t interest you.”
“It doesn’t.” And it was the truth. The lottery didn’t interest her.
Too bad the lottery prize did.
Crystal crunched into the apple again. “Hmmm. I figure one of two things could be happening here. You want to spend some time with Deputy Hot-Bod to get Jasper off your back. Or you just want to spend some time with Deputy Hot-Bod because he’s, well, a hot-bod. So, which is it?”
Bobbie wanted to be mortified by that question. She wanted to flat-out deny it. She wanted to gasp and look outraged. Too bad she couldn’t. Crystal would detect the lie right away. It was a knack of hers. A kind of heightened sensory awareness in the region of her brain that sorted out malarkey from truth.
Bobbie attributed it to Crystal’s overuse of hair dye.
“Aidan is interesting. And not just because of his good looks but because he’s traveled all over the world,” Bobbie explained. “And it did occur to me that Jasper might leave me alone if—”
“You were about to kiss Aidan when I walked in, and Jasper wasn’t around.” Crystal paused a heartbeat. “Guess you were practicing your pucker, huh? Or maybe you were just testing the durability of your lip gloss?”
Bobbie huffed. “I thought you were here to get some leftovers for dinner.”
Crystal giggled. “I rest my case. You’re sidestepping the questions, so that means you’re interested in Aidan. Can’t say I blame you, though, even if you’re too scared to risk getting another broken heart. After all, Jasper did pretty much turn you into an empty, broken shell incapable of future emotional entanglements and things like that.”
And with that hurled gauntlet, Crystal headed for the fridge.
It was a trick to get her to ’fess up, and Bobbie wasn’t about to fall for it. But she couldn’t just let it lie either. So, she lied. “I’m not interested in Aidan.”
“Whatever.” Crystal hauled out some lasagna and a hefty slab of mocha cheesecake from the fridge, and with her dinner in hand, she headed for the door.
“Don’t you ‘whatever’ me. I’m not interested in him. I’m really not. What do you think I am—stupid? I’m done with men.”
Crystal shrugged, pinched off a smushy dollop of cheesecake and popped it into her mouth. “Too bad. Aidan’s really something.” Crystal mixed her musings with some “mmm’s” as she savored the cheesecake. “That lean hard body. That strong angled face. That voice. Holy Moly, Aidan O’Shea sure has a way with words.”
Yes. He did have all those assets. Along with solid, muscular shoulders and great abs. Bobbie knew a little about his abs since she’d been plastered against them during that navel-ring debacle. Just thinking of him and his abs made her mouth water, so she helped herself to a dollop of the cheesecake as well.
“And those eyes,” Crystal went on. “Mmm. Make-me-sigh green.”
They could do that, yes. Too bad he was male, the very species that she needed to avoid.
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmmm,” Crystal concluded as she licked the cheesecake off her finger. “And I just bet Aidan looks darn good when he’s stripped down to his Naughty Guy briefs, too.”
Bobbie reached for more cheesecake. “He wears boxers,” she mumbled.
The realization that she’d just blown it came at the exact second that Crystal flashed a victorious grin.
“Gotta go,” Crystal insisted. She barreled out the door.
“Wait—”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul.”
No, but she’d tell people. Lots and lots of people. Liffey didn’t need standard communication devices with Crystal around. Her mouth could travel faster than the speed of light.
“What have I done?” Bobbie asked herself.
Talk about the ultimate crash-and-burn faux pas.
Within an hour, maybe less, everyone in town would know that she had intimate knowledge of Aidan O’Shea’s underpants.
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AIDAN CHECKED the phone again. It was working just fine. Ditto for his pager, the fax machine, his e-mail account and the bell on the door. They were all silent. Completely, utterly silent.
It was nothing short of a blessed miracle.
Here it was ten o’clock on a Wednesday morning, and there’d been only one kitty rescue request and only one plea for a flat-tire repair. The only other call had come from the mayor, who merely wanted to invite him to the town picnic, wranglers’ barbecue and watermelon thump.
Whatever the heck that was.
But even with the picnic invitation, claims on his time were down by more than ninety percent.
Aidan nearly shuddered at the thought, but was it possible that the Twango-Drifter Plan was a success after only forty-eight hours?
He sank down into his chair to contemplate that and read over the background reports he’d requested on his main suspects for the underwear theft. The fact that he was actually able to contemplate it in silence said loads about his situation. It was working, and that was both a blessing and a curse.
The plan had worked. Thank heaven—as, in halleluiah.
The plan had worked. Oh, mercy—as in, he was in deep trouble. The kind of trouble that could only create more trouble.
That near-kiss a couple of nights ago in Bobbie’s kitchen had clanged bells the size of boulders in his head. Bells that warned him to put some serious miles between him and her. Still, there was immense pleasure in finally having some peace and quiet.
If he stuck with the plan, however, it’d no doubt call for even more kitchen encounters. Even more navel-ring sightings. And yep, even more near French kisses. Which couldn’t happen if he hoped to keep his life uncomplicated. But maybe, just maybe, he could have his cake and eat it too if he could stay away from Bobbie’s mouth.
And take a lot of cold showers.
The door flew open, and Aidan braced himself for a kitty-rescue request. But this was no kitty owner. He got to his feet and came face-to-face with jilting Jasper Kershaw. From the surly expression on the man’s face, it was pretty
