But she and Lance—they weren’t serious.
This was about lust.
Lust and flying and catapults.
With a side of quasi-friendship.
Right?
Still, if he was into crazy, that explained why he kept coming around.
“You wanna come in?” the kid said.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she marched herself back to her Jeep.
She had a friend to track down.
11
Kaci found Lance in the last place she would’ve thought to look, but in retrospect, it made perfect sense.
He’d stayed at her apartment.
Waiting for her.
He’d been snoozing on her blue-checkered couch, as evidenced by the heavy eyes and sudden bolting when she walked through her door. He scrubbed a hand over his stubble. “How’s your cat?”
“Fine.”
Lordy, she was a mess. She opened her mouth to say more, but before she could get it out, he grinned.
“Good. Wanna get back to making out?”
She sucked in a gasp as realization settled in.
The manwantedher to give him a good what for.
Still, heat flooded her cheeks, and it took effort not to fly off on her broomstick. She turned her back on him and stalked to the kitchen. “It’s getting real clear why your ex-fiancée’s crazy. Was she your ex before or after the night we met?”
She grabbed three bottles from the cabinet over her sink.
Lance was eyeballing her as though he couldn’t decide the right answer.
She cocked a hip. “Well?”
“Before.” He visibly swallowed. “And she wasn’t crazy.”
“Huh.”
He stood and stretched, pulling his polo tight over his hard abs “Just wanted to make sure your cat was okay. More flightprep tomorrow?”
“Sit on down.” She snagged a stack of shot glasses, then carried the lot to her coffee table. “Pick your poison. You’ve been so nice helping me get over my little phobia, least I can do is fix your girl troubles.”
He grimaced and stepped around her.
“Sit,” she said again, gentler this time. “Don’t have to say a word. I’ll do all the talking. You grunt once for yes, twice for no, and I’ll keep the Jack coming as long as you need it.”
He stopped.
