My hand didn’t get the message; it reached to brush a strand of hair off her gorgeous face.
“You know Jack has cameras, right?”
Feisty and beautiful.
“I doubt he watches them every second of every day.” Though if my headlights alerted him to our arrival, he was most likely watching.
If Madi kept staring at my lips with that hungry look in her eyes, he’d get one hell of a show.
And I’d get my ass reamed. Not once. Not twice. Not even thrice. But four separate times.
Ignoring my desire to kiss her senseless, I asked, “What time should I pick you up in the morning?”
“I’ll drive.”
Nice try. “What time should I meet you in the morning?”
“Seven forty-five, I want to stop at Grannie’s.”
“I’ll see you then.”
“Thanks again for dinner.”
The dinner she erroneously thinks I’ll expense.
“You’re welcome.”
I waited until I heard the lock click before leaving the porch.
Chapter 21
Madi
I’d barely finished telling myself I could be friends with Matt, and devising the perfect solution to not want his sexy-as-sin body, before I failed.
Standing on the porch with the faint overhead light illuminating his gorgeous face, I stared at his lips like a starved woman at a bakery display.
I need a better plan.
I slipped off my heels so I wouldn’t make any noise.
“How was your date?” Meg asked, startling me.
She sat on the couch feeding Natalie.
“Christ, Meg, why are you sitting in the dark?” I whispered.
“I’m hoping to fall back asleep as soon as I put Nat back down.”
“This schedule won’t last forever.”
“I know. Now, answer my question.”
I plopped into the leather reclining chair.
“That bad?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. It was a fake date, but it felt more real than any date I’ve ever had.”
