little boat.â
She laughed, stirring the air against his ear. âIâm not a big fan of excitement, but I probably shouldnât tell you that.â
No. No, she shouldnât tell him that, because Max felt himself leaning toward her, an unwilling shift of his muscles. She didnât like adventure. Despite that welcome news, he wasnât going to kiss her, not in front of his brother and her friend, but his body wanted closer to that oasis of calm.
Her eyes sparkled again. She glanced down, her gaze touching his lips. Firelight danced over the soft skin of her cheek, as if it were mocking him, touching her where Max couldnât.
Aw, damn. In public or not, he was about to kiss her. And he was already too involved, inserting himself into her life for no good reason at all.
No. He wouldnât do it. One dive trip, and then heâd cut the unwelcome threads heâd already tied between them.
Max grabbed the bag of marshmallows as if thathad been his goal all along. âHonestly,â he said, popping a sugary puff into his mouth. âIâm a pretty boring guy.â
Her eyes flashed suspicion. She didnât think he was telling the truth, but for once in his life, he was.
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J ENN WATCHED E LLIOTT S ULLIVANâS EYES as he spoke about his work. He dismissed it as boring, something she wouldnât want to hear about, but she found it fascinating. Heâd done an internship at the CDC labs in Atlanta during college, and heâd gone to work as one of their scientists as soon as heâd graduated from medical school. Just that would have widened Jennâs eyes with amazement, but he hadnât stopped there.
After working for five years on studying flu vaccines and antiviral drugs, Elliott had moved up to the D.C. offices to work with the CDC branch of Health and Human Services, preparing for and fighting global outbreaks of the disease. He was like a modern-day superhero, working every day to save lives.
He paused as if heâd finished a point, and Jenn realized sheâd been too busy staring to hear what heâd said. A blush rose up her face. He was waiting for an answer and she didnât know what to say.
Elliottâs face fell. âBut enough of thatââ
âYouâre amazing,â she blurted out. âI meanâ¦what you do? Thatâs amazing.â
âIâ¦â He shifted, taking his glasses off and putting them back on. âItâs just a lot of paperwork.â
âBut itâsâ¦â She wouldnât tell him it was like being a superhero. That would be ridiculous and geeky and all the things she normally was with a man. And she didnât want to be ridiculous with Elliott. He was serious and smart. Jenn took a deep breath to calm her nerves. âWhat you do is so important.â
âAh, well. So is maintaining the sewer system.â
He said it like it was a joke heâd heard before, but Jenn laughed in shock. âWhat?â
âActually the sewer workers are more important. If cholera made a comeback, no one would be worried about the flu.â
âYouâre hilarious!â
âReally?â he asked, then shook his head. âIâm thinking you donât get out much.â
âThatâs true,â Jenn agreed, âbut youâre still funny.â
It was impossible to tell if he was blushing. The firelight bathed them all in warm yellows and golds. But he did look embarrassed as he leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the armrest.
Jennâs heart pattered in her chest. He was out of her league, of course. A successful scientist. A serious man with an important job who happened tobe cute, too. She had a sudden urge to ask if he was married. He wasnât wearing a ring, but sometimes that meant nothing. She couldnât just ask, though. That question was loaded with all sorts of hints and suggestions.
Now she didnât know what to say, and
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