“But you were thinking it,” she said, her eyes looking him over. Beneath the bright parking lot lights, her every move sent a rush of heat through him, lighting him up from the inside out.
“Nothing wrong with a thought.”
“No,” she said. “There isn’t. As long as it’s not harmful. Have a good night, Chance.”
“Where are you parked?” he asked. He wasn’t going to let her go out there alone.
“Right there,” she said, pointing to the black Mercedes sedan. No surprise there. A fancy car for a fancy woman. Modern and classy, even if she was looking casual. No one would ever say he was classy.
“Go on then. Have a good night too.”
“It can go both ways. Where are you parked?”
He laughed. “The black mustang.” He was only a few away from her, so they both walked in the same direction.
“Damn, how old is that?”
“1970 Mustang Cobra. Rebuilt it myself.”
She threw her hands in the air. “I give up. Youcando it all.”
He brought his lips inches from her ear. “And that is what you’re banking on.”
Her eyes got wide, she gulped, then got in her car without a word.
Finally, a round to him.
10
SOME CLARITY
Deep breath in and then out. Once more.
Chance Drummond was on his way to her floor right now.
She liked the playful back-and-forth between them. A game of words and wit she’d never shared with any man she’d dated before. Most didn’t care for it and she loved the rush she felt being with him.
She always thought she had a witty tongue and sense of humor, but others didn’t.
At least not anyone other than her family.
Being able to be herself around Chance, no filters or fear of judgment, meant everything. Even when she gave him crap for knocking himself down, he didn’t flinch. He just smiled like he got her.
She wasn’t sure if that was part of his personality, a joke to him, or meant to scare her away.
Hopefully, there’d be some clarity tonight.
Not that she knew what tonight was going to bring or why she said she wanted a date with him.
She’d be lying if she hadn’t admitted that to him.
There was a knock at her door, so she jumped up from the couch and strode toward it, took one more deep breath, and opened it.
Chance stood there with a bag in his hand and a smile on his face.
With his dark hair, darker eyes, and that black shirt clinging to him just right, he looked dangerous. The kind of danger a woman didn’t run from, but straight toward.
At least this woman did!
