apology and you do owe me for the jacket.â
Did he have to laugh? It was too seductive. âYou can send me the bill and you donât need to apologise, your assumption wasnât that bad. Or surprising, considering how it must have looked.â
His grin widened, which wasnât right, because she wasnât trying to tease him, she was trying to engineer an almost dignified exit.
âI apologise anyway,â he said. âAnd as for your account, Iâd prefer your time over your money.â
A smooth line. A turn of his head that spelt intimacy. Her hot-for-him hormones soaredâturning her back into that malleable toy with âhis to play withâ on the label. She took a quick breath and told herself to calm down. It was mad to feel his every word and glance so intensely.
He drove confidently, sliding along the thinnest of lanes with nerve-twanging speed, asking briefly for directions. She gave them as best she could, given her whirling thoughts and seesawing intentions.
âHow long have you worked at the stadium?â he asked.
Easy conversation. Thank goodness. âNearly eighteen months.â
âAnd you donât mind being the only woman among all that testosterone?â
âThere are women working thereâin catering, front of house.â
âBut not with you.â
âNo.â Admittedly sheâd liked it that way at the start. Sheâd found that women judged more than men, their approval was harder to win and easier to lose and sheâd been wary about making new friends. Sheâd steered well clear of the wives-and-girlfriends club and even further from the behind-the-wifeâs-back mistresses. But now she was happier than sheâd ever been and sheâd love to find some girls to hang with. Trouble was now she was so busy at work she didnât have much time.
âSo the guys donât bother you?â he asked, the tease apparent in his tone. âI imagine they can be pretty demanding at times.â
âYou mean like the baby oil request?â She giggled. âI donât mind them, theyâre just goofing. My brother was a national basketball rep, my father the assistant coach.â She shook her head. âIâve been surrounded by packs of competitive, sporting males my whole life, I know how to handle jocks and jerks.â
âYeah, you left your mark on a couple today, thatâs for sure.â He laughed, too. âSo does your brother still play?â
âHeâs in the States now on a full scholarship at one of those Ivy League places.â
âImpressive.â
âYeah, heâs pretty amazing.â Her kid brother wasnât just a stellar athlete, but a genius academic, as well. But even he couldnât hold a candle to their super-gifted sister. Lena loved them both, was proud of them both. And wanted them to be even just a little proud of her. So she was working on it. âMy place is next on the left.â
He turned the car into her driveway and she braced herself to begin the goodbye sheâd been mentally practising. âThanks forââ
âYou know, I was hoping youâd change your mind,â heinterrupted. Taking off his sunglasses, he swivelled to face her. He knew what he was doing. Anyone who looked into those blue eyes would be hypnotised into saying âabsolutelyâ to everything.
âInvite me in,â he said bluntly. âIâll cook. Wonât take an hour and your debtâs paid.â A so-easy deal from a wicked expression.
She didnât answer. At that moment, she simply couldnât.
âItâs too nice a night to dine alone.â He was shameless about using that gorgeous smile.
Seth Walker was a winner and she knew why. She also knew that if she let him in now, there was a very high chance he wouldnât be leaving again âtil the next morning.
He knew that, too.
That was the decision.
He waited,