Page 7 of Fox in Plain Sight

“Yeah, for a living. Unless, of course, you’re independently wealthy and are just mingling with the working masses for kicks.”

“I wish.” He grinned. “But I’m a working stiff.”

“And you’re not gonna tell me what you do, right?”

“You strike me as the kind of woman who’d rather find out for herself. Am I right?”

“Are you trying to make yourself more interesting than you are?”

He leaned over the table, lowering his voice. “Is it working?”

She met him halfway. “I’ll tell you once it is.”

“Well, I’d better leave then, before we become too familiar and all my mysteriousness is going out the window.” He rose quickly and grabbed his backpack. “It was nice meeting you, Michelle. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She watched him as he marched toward the entrance door, his gait determined. His butt muscles flexed with each step, and she wondered what other moves he had. Moves she didn’t mind him using on her. Moves of a more intimate nature. She licked her lips at the thought. It had been a while since she’d been with a man. Maybe that’s what she needed to unwind: a passionate fling. It didn’t have to mean anything. In fact, it was better if it didn’t. Her life was too much of a mess already anyway. She didn’t need a relationship to add to it.

At the door, Nick stopped, but before he pushed it open, he looked over his shoulder, grinning straight at her.

Embarrassed that he’d caught her staring, she took a sip of her lukewarm latte, pretending she hadn’t watched him. But they both knew she had and with undeniable desire. Because, despite the brief interaction, there’d been a spark.

And maybe that spark could ignite something.

A quick fire.

A flame that would burn brightly before it fizzled out again just as quickly.