ready for this. That
was enough. Rick knew right then this wasn’t going to happen.
He let her slide off his lap and he stood, bending down to
retrieve her jacket.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s go see if we can find Bo and Lacey.” He found the
light, switched it on, and immediately wished he hadn’t. Her
lips were puffy from his kisses, her hair messed up and out of
its ponytail. She looked as wild as he’d imagined she’d been,
her eyes a little glassy, her nipples tight points against
whatever flimsy bra contained them.
Damn. And his cock was in no mood to be contained.
He cleared his throat and held out her jacket. “Ready to go?
”
She lifted her chin, looked hurt. “Yeah, sure.” She stood,
took the jacket, and put it on, wrapping it around herself like
armor.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he knew better than to push
a woman into something she wasn’t ready for, even if she
thought she was.
And God knows he shouldn’t have been doing this in the
first place. It was probably a good thing something had
happened to slap him back into reality.
This was work time, not playtime, and he needed to
remember that.
They went back downstairs and found Bo and Lacey in the
kitchen. Ava went to Lacey right away, huddled with her to talk.
It was like she didn’t want anything to do with him.
He’d keep his distance for now. More watching, less
touching. Safer that way and would make him less likely to get
too deeply involved in this assignment. Or at least the woman
of this assignment.
Ava was mortified, hoped that her mortification didn’t show on
her face.
She’d al but thrown herself on Rick in the bedroom, which
was total y unlike her. She just didn’t do things like that. She
didn’t have sex—or almost have sex—with strange guys. But
she would have, if Rick hadn’t been the one to put an abrupt
halt on things.
So while she’d been busy throwing herself at Rick, he’d
obviously been busy wondering how he could politely change
his mind and get himself out of the bedroom and away from
her. God, how embarrassing.
Lacey, on the other hand, had pink cheeks, mussed up hair,
and looked like she might have had real y great sex. And
judging from the stupid smile on her face, there was no might
about it.
“You’re grinning like an idiot.”
Lacey’s smile widened. Then she giggled. “Real y?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry. I can’t help myself. I’m in love.”
Ava sat at the kitchen island with Lacey and shook her
head. “You’re real y gone over this guy, huh?”
Lacey sighed. “Yeah. I am. He’s wonderful, Ava.”
Ava swiveled around on the barstool and caught sight of Bo
and Rick drinking beers and engaged in conversation with a
couple other guys in the living room. She turned back to
Lacey. “Okay, so tel me what’s so wonderful about him.” So
wonderful that you quit school and completely changed your
life.
“Everything. He’s romantic, gorgeous, sexy . . . he real y
pays attention to me, Ava. It’s like I’m the only woman around
when I’m with him. I’ve never met anyone like him before.”
“You hadn’t real y dated a bunch of guys, either.”
“I dated enough. Al losers more interested in themselves
than in me. Believe me, Ava, I know the difference between
someone who genuinely cares about me and someone who
doesn’t.”
“Do you?” She hated saying it out loud, but it was important
that Lacey knew Ava cared about her, worried about her. “You
gave up school to chase this guy around.”
Lacey frowned. “I didn’t chase him. He came after me. We
met at a party and he started cal ing me and we went out. We
just clicked, Ava. There was nothing and no one but the two of
us after that.”
Didn’t she know it. Lacey had al but fal en off the face of the
earth after she’d met Bo. “But, Lacey . . . school. It was so
important to you. To just walk away from getting your master’s
when you were so