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He tried to suppress a smile but found himself unable to do so. Oh, and his erection had made a glorious comeback as well. Great. “It’s okay. I was just trying to catch up on my reading this week. It’s, uh—”

“It’s been busy,” she finished the sentence for him.

She was dressed casually in jeans and a lightweight hooded sweatshirt. There was nothing sexy or alluring about her outfit, yet he wanted her all the same. She looked so beautiful with her blonde hair gently wisping around her chin. Why oh why did she have to be so off limits?

“But not too busy for you to go back to the club last night,” she pointed out.

He was shocked by her boldness. Maybe it was one of many reasons he was drawn to her. She spoke her mind without hesitation. Maybe that’s what happens when you get to be fifty-nine, he theorized. You get tired of taking shit from anyone. He wished he could get to that point in his own life. Eleven more years to go.

His eyes swept up and down her body. He still had a hard time believing she was fifty-nine. Women of that age weren’t supposed to be so…sexy. At least that’s the message he’d heard loud and clear his entire life.

“No response for that?” she pushed, crossing her arms in front of her chest just like he’d seen her sister do the night before when he was trying to explain his situation. That gesture must run in the family.

He wanted to fist her hair and pull her over his knee, land a hard spank on her plush rear to see if that would wipe that snarky smirk off her face.

Holy shit, where did that come from?

“I thought I’d try again.” He was able to make his reply sound confident, even though he felt anything but at the moment. “You know, fall off the horse and get right back on.”

“Is that what happened with us?” Only one side of her lips curled up as she studied him, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones. “Am I the horse in this metaphor?”

He wanted to reach out, grab her shirttails and pull her to his body. He wanted to push her up against the wall and devour her lips, her neck, her breasts. “Do you want to be?”

DO YOU WANT TO BE? a voice inside his head was screaming. Where the hell did that come from?

Now both sides of her mouth were getting in on the smiling action. She seemed pleased by his response, intrigued even. “Casey told me about your conversation last night before I got there.”

A bolt of panic shot through him. “She did?”

“Yep.” She uncrossed her arms and stepped toward him. “I have to say…I’m curious…”

“Curious about?”

“Curious about why you and your wife don’t…you know…” She lifted her chin as though that would finish her sentence for her.

“It’s a long story, like I told your sister. I am not sure you’d think any more highly of me after I told you.”

“Why don’t you try me?” she dared him. She bit her bottom lip and trained her gaze on him.

He considered her challenging stare, trying to find that professional side of him that kept his personal life completely separate from his work. Why did she seem to make that side of him fly out the window? He wouldn’t divorce his wife for fear of ruining his career, but all Connie would have to do is make the first move, and he’d put everything in jeopardy to feel his lips on hers again. Why was she making this so damn hard?

Literally

and

figuratively.