Page 8 of Blame it on the Kiss
“No thanks.” She stopped in front of him.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“You don’t look positive.”
“How do I look?”
He took a slow inspection down her body and back up. “You really want me to answer that?”
“Boy, you had me fooled there for a minute Captain Underpants, but I see you’re just like every other guy, which is a huge relief, I can’t even tell you.” She brushed by him and headed toward the front door.
“What does that mean?” He fell in step beside her. Something didn’t feel right inside him. He didn’t like being lumped in with all guys.
“Here,” she slipped the toy ring off her finger and dropped it into their bag. “Be a good partner and turn our stuff in so I can raid Sophie’s closest for something to change in to.”
“Grab me one of Zane’s shirts, would you?”
She paused at the porch to slip off her shoes and slowly rake her eyes down and up his body.Touché. “Really? Zane’s got all sorts of muscle going on and I’m not sure—”
He whipped off his shirt. Honor was messing with him, but he wanted to remind her Zane didn’t have anything on him. He took care of his body, often working out with the guys he represented. He put forth the best image possible for his agency and that included being in good physical shape.
The appreciative look in her eyes told him she liked what she saw. She’d had her hands all over his chest in their hotel room, and if he closed his eyes he knew he’d remember exactly how hot her touch had made him.
“Can I ask you something?” he ventured.
“Okay,” she said to his chest.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” He motioned his hand in the direction of his face.
Her cheeks reddened. “Sorry, yes?”
“Have you had your one night stand?” He fisted his hands. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But for some reason, he wanted to know. She might not be wired for it, but according to Payton, the two of them were like sisters, and if Honor promised to do the things on Payton’s list, he imagined she would keep that vow.
Like the promise she’d probably made to keep him in the dark rather than track him down so he could have been there for Payton, too.
She gulped and again he could see her mind at work in the way she blinked and her head tilted a fraction to the side. “No.” A crease drew her brows together. “But I might be able to remedy that these next few days. A couple of Zane’s friends seem like they’d be willing to help me out.”
No doubt. “People hook up at weddings all the time, don’t they?”
“That’s what I hear.”
“Let me know if I can be of any help.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You don’t think I can manage this on my own?” Annoyance came through loud and clear, but something else lingered in the depths of her turbulent ocean eyes.
“No. I don’t think that at all. I—”
The front door flew open. “Hey,” Sophie said. “Here. You guys must be freezing.” She handed him a long sleeved thermal shirt and sweatpants, and Honor something pink and gray. “Leave your wet clothes out here, and then come back in for a warm drink. Oh, and I’ll take this since time’s up.” She pulled the canvas bag from his hand and shut the door.
He smiled at the surprise interruption and started to undo the button and zipper on his pants.
Honor’s eyes widened and she spun around.
“I’m good with you looking,” he said.
“I’m not. Now turn around so I can change, too.”
