She had to say something. They’d be there forever if she didn’t.
“Do you wanna... go get a drink or something?” she asked.
Teagan cleared his throat, cheeks turning pale pink. “I’d... probably better not.”
Oh, right. Darcy flushed, because she’d completely forgotten.
“That was a test,” she lied. “Um, good job. Very good job.”
First rule of rehab, probably: don’t buy drinks for the alcoholics.
Teagan gave her a tight smile, then tossed the car keys in his hand. “So, which one do you want me to drive back? Probably better get away before that guy realizes he’s keyless.”
Darcy realized that she still had two hands on Teagan’s chest. She gingerly slid them off, feeling absurdly disoriented, because she’d forgotten about the car too.
“Um,” she said intelligently. She took the keys from Teagan’s hand to give herself a moment. She stuffed them into her pocket. “So, I can’t drive it away right now,” she said with reluctance. “I don’t have anything saying that I own it.Travis is probably not enough of an asshole to call the cops, but I didn’t think he was enough of one to keep the car in the first place, so...” She thought hard. Maybe she ought to just key the car and toss the fob into the sewer. No, be smart for once, Darcy. “Maybe I can get something from the finance company, and if the car is still here in a couple days, I can drive it away then.” Travis might not have the cash for a locksmith.
Teagan’s grin widened. “Let me just move the car to the VIP parking in front of the casino. There’s a tow truck lurking across the street. You’ll have to pay to get your car out of the tow lot, but at least you’ll know where it is.”
Darcy gasped in delight at the plan. She shook his arm in agreement and then, thinking better of it, grabbed him by the sweatshirt. As she yanked him closer to kiss him a second time, she ruefully thought that Kristin had been right.
Darcy was definitely going to make some mistakes with Teagan.
thirteen
Teagan felt buzzed, like he’d split a whole bottle of wine with his date and now the waiter was coming around with the dessert menu. His face was warm. His hands were heavy and loose where they rested on Darcy’s hips. He could only faintly remember feeling this good, but it wasn’t owing to any intoxicants.
The passenger door of the pickup truck was open, and the cab interior light was on, because when Darcy pulled into the wellness retreat’s front drive and killed the engine, he’d thought the evening was over. But when he’d moved to go, Darcy had wordlessly swung a leg over the center console, landed in his lap, and kissed him breathless for so long that he thought the truck’s battery would soon give out.
When Darcy untucked her shirt from her jeans, he broke lip contact for a moment and cast a worried glance at the residence. Anyone could look out and see them, and he didn’t want Darcy to catch hell from her employer.
“Um,” he said, thumbs reflexively smoothing across the bare skin exposed by her movement. She was nothing but silk and muscle to his touch. Darcy pressed into the caress, leaning forward until his hand slipped up her ribcage to rest against the lower curve of her breast.
“This okay?” she asked, running the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. His gaze snagged on the sight.
“Oh, yeah, yeah it is,” Teagan said fervently, if not very articulately. “But, um—”
He jerked his chin at the lit windows even as his breath swelled in his chest.
Darcy followed his glance at the building.
“Who cares,” she said, sweeping her hair back over her shoulders. “I’m off duty till tomorrow at noon.”
“But I’m—” He cut off. He didn’t want to remind her why he was here, or even why she thought he was here. He wantedhereto be limited to the cab of this truck, the points of contact where her breast was in his hand and her hips were flush against his own.
“Right now you’re just this hot guy I picked up at a lumberjack bar,” Darcy finished for him, grinning even though he was the one who’d carriedherout. She pressed another leisurely kiss against his mouth in a slow twist that somehow managed to make him aware of the promise of both her slick tongue and sharp teeth.
Teagan thought that was his cue to make a wood joke, but his mind wasn’t really working on a verbal level. He buried his face against her exposed throat instead, and Darcy made an appreciative noise when his lips brushed the dip in her collarbone.
If lumberjacks got picked up in bars by women like Darcy, he was going to rethink both his drinking habits and his career choices. As soon as he could think again.
“Unless—this isn’t bad for your sobriety, is it?” Darcy asked, voice suddenly concerned.
“I’m not an alcoholic,” Teagan said directly into her skin.
Darcy made a noise of disagreement.
“And I can’t drink while you kiss me,” Teagan quickly suggested, feeling he’d made a brave and insightful point.
