He grinned. “It’s easy to remember. Twelve, twelve.” “Don’t ask the year.”
“Why don’t you want to tell me the year?”
Damn.
“Are you afraid to let me know how old you are?” She crossed her arms.
“I’m older than you; let’s leave it at that.”
“Not much, judging by your looks.” She cocked her head and studied him. “To be honest, you could even be younger. Ah, ha! So that’s it. You’re younger than I am, and you don’t want me to feel old…or worse, like I have the upper hand by being older and wiser.”
He rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I’m older. And I like having you on top now and then.” He gave her a conspiratorial wink.
“There you go, always thinking about sex.”
“Can’t help it. You turn me on.” He cupped her breast and raked a thumb over the fabric of her blouse.
Her nipple registered the sensation, and she groaned. “Not much we can do about it until this ankle heals.”
“Sure we can. We just have to think creatively. Do you have any duct tape or masking tape?”
Roz’s eyes rounded. “Du…duct tape? What for? My ankle is already wrapped in an Ace bandage.”
Konrad laughed. “I just want to tape the ice pack on.”
“Oh.” Roz’s face heated. “I could probably leave it off. The discharge instructions said to keep it on no more than twenty minutes at a time, and then to leave it off for twenty.”
One side of Konrad’s mouth hitched up. “I guess we can make twenty minutes count.” Then he waggled his eyebrows.
“Wait a minute, cowboy. I haven’t even said Iwantto have sex right now.”
“Oh.” His face fell. “Don’t you?”
“Well, yeah. Depending on what your creative position requires.”
He chuckled. “I think you can manage it. It’s called missionary style.”
Roz laughed.
Konrad swooped in for a deep kiss.
A few minutes of making out on the couch later, Roz’s laptop pinged, announcing she had email. “Whew, saved by the bell. Would you mind?” She reached in the general direction of the laptop, and he handed it to her.
She opened her email and saw that Arwen had responded. “Wow, that Arwen is fast. She sent payment information and something else. A message for you, I guess.”
Konrad practically ripped the laptop out of her hands, looking nervous.
It just said, “I understand. You can trust me.” Roz’s curiosity was piqued. “What is that about?”
“Oh, I added some personal information…about my strengths and limitations.” “Don’t think about it; don’t think about it…”
There he goes again.“I see.” Roz eyed him suspiciously. “What is it you don’t want me to know?”
He hung his head. “Someday I’ll tell you, but right now I just…I just can’t, okay? It’s a long story.”
“You can trust me, you know.”
“I know. And even that turns me on.”
