“Don’t pretend you don’t feel anything.”
With that, he got in his truck, leaving her standing there, feeling as if she had been dipped in hot oil.
Nobody got the better of Jessie Jane Hancock.
But Flynn Wilder might be coming closer than anyone else.
By the time they drove back up to the Wild West Show, Jessie felt as if she had ants crawling under her skin. She needed some distance from Flynn.
She also recognized that they had just set off a pretty intense rumor mill.
“We need to have a date night. Something that isn’t part of the campaign. Because Danielle is suspicious,” she said, when he drove up to the end of the driveway. “You can just leave me here.”
“No, I’m going to drive you up to your house. I’m not leaving you at the end of the road.”
“You … I can text West.”
“Don’t be silly.”
She really hadn’t thought this through. But she also had passed the point where she could try to dissuade him without making it even weirder. She just needed to keep her feelings to herself at this point or it was going to look as if she didn’t want him to see the trailers, and since he was going to, she had to let it happen.
Not act embarrassed.
She would not act embarrassed.
“All right. Suit yourself. I didn’t want to put you out any more than I already have.”
“I think you want to get away from me.”
That was almost preferable to him thinking that she was embarrassed by her home. “Why?”
“Because I proved that you’re a liar.”
“Oh, please. You think that I’m perturbed over a kiss?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Save it. For date night. We’ll probably have to do it a few more times.”
“You could save us both a lot of trouble by admitting that you’re attracted to me.”
“Okay. I’m attracted to you.” Because again, she had reached the point where protesting was going to start to seem weird. It was going to make him feel that he was significant. He was, but he didn’t need to know that. “So now what?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Oh, does that make you feel good, Flynn? You need to know that every woman within a hundred-mile radius is attracted to you?”
“Just you.”
“Doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Great. Doesn’t mean I like you either. But just so we’re both clear about what’s going on here.”
“That we act like children on a playground who like each other, and therefore must pull each other’s hair?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. That. Though if I pulled your hair, Jessie, it would not be playground stuff.”
She gripped the door handle. “This is not a good idea.”
