A smile tugged at her lips. “No.”
“A billionaire farmer with a tractor problem stopped in to see you today and offered to fund your research personally if you’ll come be his concubine?”
“You know you’re the best roommate I’ve ever had?”
“Considering Ol’ Grandpappy was your lastroommate, that’s not really saying much.” But Tara’s bright eyes twinkled, and she leaned over to shoulder-bump Kaci. “But you’re the best roommate I’ve ever had too. And considering Brandon was deployed well over half our marriage, thatissaying something. So. Is this about Captain Kissy-Pants?”
Kaci took a bite of her brownie to stall.
“Itis,” Tara said. “Kaci, he’s not a good idea.
“The man brought me roses and offered to let me at his catapult if I go on a date with him.”
“Isn’t that moving kinda fast?”
“He didn’t ask me tomarryhim. Besides, he doesn’t like me. He’s one of those masochistic types.”
“Hmm. Maybe you should go. Then tell me if he does anything weird. He looks like he could be into some freaky stuff.”
“Lance?He’s a stubborn billy goat, but other than wanting to take me out, he’s not freaky.”
“Ooh, he has a name.” Tara whipped a notebook out of her back pocket. “And such a great one at that.Lance. Short for Lancelot? Or short forlook at this lance in my pants?”
“Seriously?”
“Hey,I’mnot the one contemplating going on a date so I can touch his catapult.”
Or so she could see him again.
Because that was what she’d been thinking about.
All day.
Lance wanted to see her again. And despite the million reasons she shouldn’t have wanted to see him again, she wasn’t strong enough to resist. “We’re not picking out china patterns here,” she said. “We’re just…having some fun.”
Tara pinned her with adon’t bullshit mestare. “Does the nameGertrudering any bells? Kaci, the man could’ve gotten you in serious trouble at work. And then hestole your car. And you’re going to freakingGermany. I’d give my left nut to go to Germany. I’m all about having fun with a guy, but this guy? It’s not a good idea.”
Kaci bit into her brownie.
“You dowantto go to Germany, don’t you?” Tara said.
Of course she did.
She didn’t want to get on a stinking airplane, but she’d do it to get to Germany.
“You’re not secretly banned from going to Germany because of any potato gun or catapult mishaps, are you?” Tara whispered.
“That’s only one county in Mississippi, and I never wanted to go back there again anyway.”
“So why bother with the captain? Plenty ofother men you could have fun with.”
Kaci twisted the tassels on her chenille blanket. “So I can touch his catapult.”
“Is that a euphemism? Because…” Tara frowned at her hand, lifting her index finger to simulate the motion of a catapult.
Her mind went back to making out with Lance yesterday—his capable hands on her skin, his tongue gliding against hers, that ache in her core—and she straightened. “I mean his pumpkin-chucking catapult. Ain’t got no other use for him. He’s barely more than a boy.”
“He has a job, the government lets him fly multimillion-dollar airplanes, and he doesn’t live with his momma,” Tara said. “How much more grown-up can you get?”
