He squatted down next to her, balancing on his toes and picked up the binoculars. “Nice grouping,” he said. “Who shot off the poor dude’spenis?”
“That would be Bree,” she said. “Her humor can be a little twistedsometimes.”
“Remind me not to piss heroff.”
“I think it should go without saying you shouldn’t piss any woman off.” She stood, cradling the rifle in her arms. “What have you guys beendoing?”
He rose as well. “Sitting around with our hands in our pants. You know. Guystuff.”
She grinned. No doubt they’d both fallen asleep watching some game on TV. “What are you doinglater?”
“Don’t have anything planned.Why?”
She dropped her gaze to the vee of his green t-shirt. “Would you like to getdinner?”
“No.”
She exhaled sharply, her heart plummeting. She nodded, not trusting her voice to sayanything.
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “You’re not stealing my thunder, Denise. I’m doing the asking. I’ve already got something in mind for tomorrow—if you’refree.”
Pressing her lips together to keep the stupid, sappy grin from breaking free, she nodded again. “Other than unpacking, I don’t have anything goingon.”
“Can you give me a lift back to mytruck?”
She shrugged, more than a little disappointed that he didn’t want to take advantage of Kimber and Kaden spending the night with her parents. “Sure. Where isit?”
“Jase’shouse.”
Her brows pinched together. “Yeah,sure.”
“I need to get my jacket from your house,too.”
“My house at the rescue? My house as in Sarah’s house? Or my house as in Bree’shouse?”
He chuckled low, the rumble sending a shiver coursing down her back. “You have a lot of houses. Are you going to remember where you need to gotomorrow?”
“I don’t know. It may take me a couple of days before I figure itout.”
“Bree’s house.” He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. “I took it off when we started moving all the books on our lasttrip.”
“Okay.”
He shoved his hand into the pocket of his cargo pants, pushing them dangerously lower. “And I was hoping I could convince you to feedme.”
“You smelled the chicken.” She’d taken the slow-cooker over the day before and asked Bree to set it up so she wouldn’t have to worry about scrounging for food after moving allday.
“I smelled the chicken.” He stepped closer. “I’m willing to make a trade for some of that spicy chicken,” he said next to herear.
A nervous flutter spread from her belly. Chris would be at her house. With no kids and a bed nearby. “Hmm. I’m sure we can work something out. I have a lot of boxes tounpack.”
“You do,huh?”
“Tons of boxes. It’ll probably take allnight.”
“Guess it’s a good thing I brought an overnight bagthen.”
“Guess it is.” She winked and stepped around him to put her rifle in its case. With her back to him, she finally let the goofy smilelose.
