“Oh, the naughty schoolboy and his teacher. Good one. That’s what we’ll do next.”
Ann pretended shock, but the pretty red staining her cheeks showed she was more than interested.
Oh yeah. He had it bad for teacher.Realbad.
Chapter Eleven
Figuring Jack would want some space on Sunday after spending almost every second of their weekend together, Ann mentioned he might want to leave so she could do some household chores.
Jack sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee. “I’m good. So what chores do we have to do?”
“We?”
“Sure. I figure if I help you dust, you can help me figure out what to get Julie for the surprise party my mother is planning. You know, to celebrate the new baby.”
She stared at him. “You wantmyhelp? I don’t really know Julie. Why not ask Dan?” She felt silly, but shopping together felt as if they were taking their relationship to the next level. They were already having sex. He wanted them to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Then what? Move in together? Get engaged? What about her grand plans for revenge? Not easy to finish if she fell in love with the guy.
His thoughtfulness toward his sister-in-law wasn’t helping her resolve, either.
Great going with that, Ann. Why don’t you sleep with himagainto prove how over him you are?She could almost hear Maya’s scathing voice ripping her a new one.
“Ann?”
She shook herself. “What? Oh. I guess. I need to clean up the kitchen, dust and pick up the living room. You know, house stuff. And I definitely need a shower.”
“You can clean the shower and yourself at the same time. That’s how I do it.” He looked around, no doubt noting the mess of dishes in the drying rack, a few in the sink and the random assortment of cans and boxes of macaroni she hadn’t gotten around to organizing yet.
She grinned, feeling a little more on even keel. “You have issues, you know that?”
“I don’t follow.”
She pulled out a chair and sat next to him. “It’s kind of cute, your addiction to cleanliness.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m addicted.” He concentrated on his coffee, taking small sips.
“I would. Maybe it’s an OCD thing.”
His cheeks turned red. “Shut up.”
“Look at you. All embarrassed because you and Mr. Clean are in a monogamous relationship.”
“You know, you’re a lot prettier when that mouth is occupied with other things.” His smirk madeherblush.
“Fine. I’ll get the cleaning stuff.”
He actually hummed while he dusted. She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen and heard it herself. He seemed to enjoy cleaning up while she put the groceries away and straightened up the dishes.
After a while, she realized the house had grown quiet. She tracked him down in her bedroom, straightening up her clothes.
He noticed her and raised a brow. “What? We made a mess in here.”
“Oh? You’re wearing your mess. That’s my stuff on the floor.” After her harried week, she’d foregone being neat. Normally she put things away, but this side of Jack intrigued her. Seeing him so domestic made him seem more real. More human. More…
She stopped him when he grabbed her laundry basket. “Okay, that’s enough. Go watch TV or read a book. I’m going to shower.”
“But I could—”
“You arenotwashing my dirty clothes.” Grossandembarrassing. “Go downstairs. I’ll shower, then we can go get Julie something.”
