Very sure.
“This isn’t how I saw the night going,” he told her as they walked to the edge of the lookout. It was too dark to see whatever was in the canyon below, but the sky above was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Monica turning in a slow circle in the night air, but close.
He glanced up, trying to figure out what constellations were visible tonight, but his attention yanked right back to her. The moon was nearly full and there weren’t many clouds. So now that his eyes had adjusted to the night, he could see her just fine.
More than fine.
“What are you thinking about?” She shot him a coy look over her shoulder.
“My thoughts are torn in a few different directions.”
“Such as…”
“Wondering if I can impress you with astronomy knowledge.”
She nodded. “You definitely could. What else?”
“How pretty you are.”Too honest, Kincaid.In for a penny… “And how I shouldn’t be thinking that.”
“Mmm.” She looked pleased at both pieces of that thought. “Whatshouldyou be thinking about?”
“Strategic career moves. Impressing you as a colleague.”
“Is that what we are? Co-workers?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever fooled around with acolleague?”
“Nope.”
“Mmm.” She skimmed past him and stopped at the side of his car. “Can I lean against her?”
“Sure.” He joined her, their hips just barely brushing as they rested against the passenger side.
She rolled her head back, looking at the sky. “Okay, impress me as a colleague. Is that the astronomy stuff?”
He laughed. “No.”
“Oh.” Her little breathy realization sounds did just as much for his arousal as the warm stroke of her palm on his thigh. “That would be because you think I’m pretty?”
He nudged her shoulder with his. “Look up.”
“What am I looking at?”
“That’s Ursa Major. The Big Dipper. And over there…Ursa Minor.”
She craned her head to the side.
And now the weight of her body was leaning ever so slightly against his.
“And what would you say to impress me as a colleague?” She whispered the question, as if she didn’t want to startle him away from the warm press of her side against his. “What is your strategic career move?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you see yourself staying with Fischer Racing? You mentioned saving money for something.”
“I’ve got plans.” He slid his arm around her shoulders, because fuck it. Those plans didn’t include retiring as a mechanic working for Michael Fischer, and life was too short not to hold this woman for at least tonight. “Definitely not staying forever.”
