So, why the electricity zapping through her system, making her want to lick her lips and growl?
“Give me a sec and I’ll be ready,” he called out.
They were heading out for dinner at the Moose Head Lodge.
Krista wore a T-shirt dress and comfy sneakers. Shane, by the looks of it, would wear shorts and a soft-looking shirt he was currently buttoning up over his pecs, totally oblivious to how his bare chest was making her insides turn to goo.
How wouldhefeel if she paraded topless in front of him after her wash at the pump?
Now that was a thought that didn’t help one bit to ease the squirmy feeling between her thighs.
Holy smokes, she was a dry desert coming to life after a few drops of rain.
When and how had the landscape become so barren?
***
An enormous pair ofantlers decorated the bar of the Moose Head Lodge, and the mouthwatering aromas of garlic and sizzling beef engulfed Shane’s senses. He clutched his growling stomach. “Strewth almighty, I could eat a moose.”
Beside him, Krista giggled. He liked the sound of it, and her smile, and the way she’d laughed last night when she’d played her joke and he’d tickled her. Too bad that had all got out of hand.
All day, he hadn’t been able to shake how she’d felt beneath him out of his mind, how her body had fit so deliciously—so perfectly—against his. Strewth almighty indeed. He was hungry for more than just something to eat, and yup, that was just...too bad.
Krista only had eyes for Ryan Dubois, and Shane had never been into women who loved other men. Call him selfish, but he preferred his girlfriends to be solely focused on him when they were together, not dreaming about—or shagging—other fellas.
Now, now, McDermit. There you go again, comparing every woman to Fiona.
“Let’s see what looks good.” Shane reached for a menu at the same time as Krista, and their fingers touched. He pulled his hand back, ignoring the crackles of whatever the hell that was soaring through his system again, like it had by the lake when he’d handed her tissues. Why now was touching Krista like touching a live wire?
“After you,” he said, his full-on poker face deployed. “I know what I want already.”
“Burger and fries?”
“With all the trimmings.”
“Me too.”
They ordered at the counter.
“I’ll have a Molson too, please,” Krista told the woman behind the bar then turned back to Shane. “You wanna share the bottle with me, seeing as you’re driving?”
“Sure. I can tolerate a few sips of your mediocre national beer.”
The bartender snorted.
“Ignore him,” Krista said to her. “He’s Australian.” Then she grabbed her bottle and pulled Shane away. “I bet you Aussies could learn a thing or two about beer from us Canadians.”
“I doubt it, but if you want to lose another bet...”
“I’ve not lost the first one.”
“Yet.”
Krista took a sip of Molson and watched him with narrowed eyes. “You still think Ryan will be jealous, eh?”
Shane was sorry to bring that dweeb back into center play, but how else would he stop thinking about how good it had felt lying between Krista’s thighs? Reminding himself that she was besotted with Ryan was better than a cold shower.
“Ryan will be at your feet by Sunday,” he said firmly, because after last night, he was definitely in need of that cold shower.
