“It didn’t sound as stupid in my head.” Her long eyelashes fluttered, and so did my heart.
I appreciated her humor, and I titled my head to the side as I studied her. Really took her in. She was so fucking beautiful. So put together. From sexy red heels and an even sexier dress, to styled hair and freshly done makeup- shit, I could stare at her all day.
“I didn’t think it was stupid at all.”
From the pocket of her dress, she pulled out a bag ofSour Patch Kidsand popped some in her mouth. “Want some?”
I burst into laughter. “Do you really have a bag of candy in your dress?”
“I can’t help it. I’m addicted to sour candy.” She grinned. “Easy way to win me over? Bring candy.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I fucking loved it.
“Thanks for the tip.” I teased.I think I love this woman already.
We stared at each other, and I so badly wanted to kiss her. It’s all I could think about it. My body physically ached for it.
Kiss her. Kiss her.
What the hell is happening?
I shook my head again, something I needed to do often around this woman, and backed up slowly. “Well…uh…nice meeting you. Take care.”
“Bye Foster. See you around. And tell that cute daughter of hers if she ever needs her hair done. Here’s my card.” Zemia walked over to me and held out a business card.
Our fingertips brushed against one another and a sheer shock of passion exploded between us.
There’s no way I can ignore this.
She’s…
“There’s my coat, mommy!” A little kid’s voice echoed through the room and the two of us jumped back, as if they caught us kissing.Ha! I wish.
A child rushed in, their mother following behind, both of them distracted by their search.
I took it as my cue to leave. “Thanks. I’ll be seeing you then.” I smiled again, but this time, there was a lot more meaning behind it. I poured my feelings into it, into my stare, into my posture, into everything. Could she tell?
“Good.” Her eyes reflected exactly what I felt.
Whatever this was between us, it was only just beginning.
CHAPTER THREE
Zemia
“Your business card?!You gave him your business card?” Alana snorted laughter, nearly choking on her wine.
“What’s wrong with that?” I picked up my sister’s silly gingerbread man pillow, ready to throw it at her.
“If I spill my wine on this brand-new couch, you’re going to get it.” Alana glared at me from across her couch. Sisterly love, got to love it.
“Fine. Whatever. I thought it was a good way to break the ice. Maybe he’ll call. Why can’t the woman make the first move?”
“You can. By asking him out on a date. Not offering to do his daughter’s hair.”
“I didn’t offer to do his daughter’s hair.”
“You kind of did when you gave him your business card.”
“What are you two up to?” Marc, my sister’s husband, walked in the living room and sat down beside his wife, wrapping his arm around her. She nuzzled against him. They were so cute together. He ran a hand over her stomach, the way he used to when she was pregnant with Jilly and oh my God…
