Page 116 of Wild Kiss


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“Books?” I guess.

“Yep. Lots of ’em.”

“Hmm. . .” I tap my chin. “Are you taking me to the library?”

His grin is devious. “What if I am?”

Honestly, I’d have a good time. But I can tell he has something else up his sleeve.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” His eyes leave the road to shoot me a wink.

“Okay, if you aren’t going to tell me, let’s talk about something else.”

“Like how to keep my sister from setting you up with other men.”

“Jackson!” I scold with laughter.

“Unless you still want to keep your options open?”

“No.” I lean into the corner of the seat so I can take him in. He’s not the kind of man I ever imagined I’d date seriously, but he’s the only one I want. I used to think our difference in age would be an issue, but I haven’t considered that in some time. His youth doesn’t weigh in when it comes to the man he is. It just gives him stamina. “I rather like the cowboy in this truck.”

“You do, now?”

“I think you’re fishing for compliments.”

“Maybe.” He signals for the next exit. “I think we should host a dinner party.”

“A dinner party?” That’s the last thing I expect him to say.

“Yeah, I’ll play chef. We can tell all our family and friends we’re dating.”

It’s not a horrible idea. “My place or yours?”

“I’ve been dying to use your kitchen.”

“Really?”

“That is, if the oven even works. When was the last time you checked it?”

“Smartass.” I clear my throat and look away. “Edward’s nanny uses it all the time.”

“That’s my girl.” His chuckle washes over me like a warm hug.

“But you should know I’ve told everyone about us.”

“You have?” I’ve surprised him.

“It took less than an hour for my phone to blow up after your little declaration at my place of work.”

“News travels fast.”

“At least, gossip does.”

“Everyone loves a love story,” he says, turning onto another road.

This part of town is quaint—homes with original architecture on tree-lined streets and businesses sprinkled between. There are people out and walking, and excitement grows in the pit of my belly. He’s put real effort into planning this date. Of course he has. He’s one of the few men I know who pays attention.