Excerpt from Love the One You're With
It was mostly just pathetic.
“So how do we do this?” Grace asked, tearing her eyes away from Jake’s. “How are we supposed to evaluate the other when we both know the other’s evaluating us?”
“We forget about all that.”
Impossible. “I don’t think so,” she muttered.
“You know, in some ways it’s actually fortuitous that we’ve met before,” he said cheerfully. His brief discomfort over her little surprise was seemingly a thing of the past. “Now we can pretend that this is happening organically. We can just forget that this is business, and think back to that taxi ride. Think about the goose bumps you got when I touched your hand before you went scampering out.”
She pursed her lips. How had he known?
“I did not have goose bumps,” she lied.
He continued as though she hadn’t spoken, slowly reaching out a hand to wrap his fingers around her wrist.
“Now, let’s pretend that instead of running away, you’d stayed,” he said huskily. “Let’s pretend that you gave me a chance to do what I wanted to do in that taxi. Let’s say I asked you out. Can you envision it?”
“No,” she breathed. “No,” she repeated, louder this time. God, was she sweating?
“I would have said, ‘Have drinks with me. Say, Lambs Club? Thursday?’”
Grace found she couldn’t look away. His hand found hers, and his thumb was moving over her wrist just as it had in the cab that morning.
Damn, he was good.