“Jeff, you can buy anything you want, and I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it delicious. Together.”
I kiss her again. “I like the way you say my name.”
“It’s a nice name.” Her lips twitch.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Molly.”
“I was just thinking that I can’t call you Grandpa in public, that would raise too many questions.”
“You can’t call me Grandpa anywhere.”
“Agree to disagree.” She kisses my cheek this time. “How do you feel about fruit in salad?”
“Seems unnecessary.”
“Wow, we really don’t have anything in common beyond kissing and enjoying that we’re both tall,” she says dryly.
I grin. “You like that I’m tall?”
Her gaze sparks with arousal. “Mm-hmm.”
“I think we can build on that. Did you play any sports in college, or were you strictly a theater kid?”
“Rugby and volleyball.”
A very clear, very arousing image of Molly in little shorts and a rugby shirt fills my mind. “Mmm.”
She giggles. “I wasn’t very good. But I was very enthusiastic.”
“I bet you were the best teammate.” Dragging in a deep breath, I slide her in front of me, muttering about my erection and needing to focus on vegetables. Celery? Lettuce? Whatever? “And no, you can’t record me right now.”
We laugh our way through the produce section.
In the deli, we find more common ground.
“We both like cheese,” I say.
“Who doesn’t like cheese?”
“Half of the professional athletes you work with.”
“Weirdos,” she mutters. And then she pauses. “Unless they’re lactose intolerant. I understand?—”
I cut her off. “But I like your honestopinions. I like them alot. You’re so kind, but I don’t want you to think you need to pull your real thoughts with me.”
And then I kiss her deeply. At this rate, I’m going to get kicked out of the store for making out with my young wife. I don’t care.
She winds her arms around my neck, laughing against my lips, laughing as my tongue slides into her mouth briefly, laughing as she pulls away and bites her lip.
Yeah, we need to get to my place.
Immediately.
CHAPTER 18
