He shook his head. “Wasn’t money I ever planned on getting back.”
“Completely positive?”
“One hundred percent sure.” His talented lips quirked up in a grin, and she had an overwhelming desire to yank a fistful of his shirt and pull him down for a kiss.
She had to remind her libido that they were here to help him blast his past out of his life, not to go for a roll in the hay.
Besides, there wasn’t any hay out here. Just pine needles and last year’s fallen live oak leaves. “Then grab that bag and follow me.”
He snagged her purse as ordered and followed her to a small trail in the woods that led down to a creek. “Nice place,” he said.
“Great fishing.”
“We feeding my rings to the fish?”
“Wouldn’t make nearly a big enough bang to make you feel better.”
“Should I have brought some whiskey?”
“I don’t know what y’all do in Alabama, but I practice safe rednecking.”
He made a noise in his throat, and even though she knew he was laughing at her, she had to squeeze her thighs together.
Later, she reminded herself.
The man still owed her a date. She’d get him naked again. But today, she’d be good and respectful.
Even if it killed her.
She squatted along the creek bank and unbuckled her case. Lance leaned over her while she opened the lid.
And there it was.
Gleaming pink with a six-foot barrel, a built-in propane tank, and electric igniter. Complete with a shoulder strap and custom grip. Built with love by her own two hands, swabbed clean after her divorce.
“Is that a potato gun?”
“Sugar, this isthepotato gun. This potato gun puts every other potato gun to shame. This potato gun spits on your momma’s potato gun. This is the potato gun to end all potato guns.”
He swiped his hand over his mouth, but his dark eyes were dancing with amusement.
“Won’t be laughing when my potato gun puts your rings into orbit,” she said cheerfully.
“Into orbit,” he repeated.
“Yep.”
“That a promise or a threat?”
“You doubt my potato gun?”
There went that amused gleam again. The man packed more sexy into a simple smile than she’d ever encountered in all the men she’d met in her life combined.
“Youdodoubt my potato gun!” she exclaimed.
“Sweetheart, I know better than to underestimateanythingyou do.”
“Then what’s that smile for?”
