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you're wearing?"
    Sara stopped in the hallway and looked down
at herself. Flat sandals, cargo shorts, plain t-shirt—she hadn't
forgotten anything. Jane looked very cute in high-heeled sandals, a
short skirt, and a pretty blouse. She considered dressing up for
just a second, but Jack liked her this way and she did too.
    "Yes, this is what I'm wearing."
    "Okay." Jane grabbed her keys. "Let's
go."
    "I'll drive." For some reason, she needed
that little bit of control. This thing with Jack hadn't been sudden
or unexpected by any means, but she still felt a little bit...
unstable. Nerves? No. Excitement? Could be. Anticipation about to be realized? Yeah, that's definitely
it.
    They got to the guys' apartment a little
early but no one complained. She'd been to their place before, but
tonight she was meeting Jack for a date, and that made everything
different. She'd never looked past the small living room before,
but this time she noticed the bathroom mirror still fogged up from
the shower. An image of Jack dripping wet, soapy and naked, flashed
through her mind, and she had to brace her hand on the couch to
keep her balance. Was he still in the bathroom... in nothing but a
towel? No, he was in his bedroom getting dressed.
    Jack's bedroom. She'd never paid much
attention to it before. The door hung partially open providing a
peek at his cluttered desk, next to his headboard. Jack's bed. A
little tingle shot though her lower belly at the sight of it. She
definitely had to get a better look—up close and personal—but just
then he nudged the door open with his elbow, pulling his shirt over
his head.
    She caught her breath. Mmm... I just love
broad bare shoulders on a man. The muscles in his chest flexed
and stretched as he pulled his shirt down, and she caught a glimpse
of a nasty scar on his tight abdomen. What's the story behind
that one?
    "Hi Sara," Jack said.
    Did he know she'd never seen him without his
shirt? If she had her way, she'd be seeing him like that much more
often. "Hi."
    "You look beautiful." He lifted her face in
his hands, kissing her softly.
    She slid her arms around his waist and pulled
him against her body, opening her mouth under his and giving him
just a taste of what she had to offer. It felt so good to kiss him,
to hold him after all this time. Why had they waited so long?
    "Mmm... you feel so good," he whispered, his
tongue flicking her ear.
    "So do you." She sighed and snuggled against
his strong chest. A normally skilled conversationalist no matter
what the circumstances, her brain had turned to mush tonight. She
couldn't think straight, but no matter; she just wanted to kiss
Jack again. Her hand slid into his hair and she tugged him down,
kissing him while he held her tight.
    "Let's go, man." Austin punched Jack's
shoulder on his way to the front door. "Plenty of time for that
later."
    He growled and Sara laughed, turning his face
back to her and giving him another quick but tempting kiss.
"Later," she whispered on his lips.
    "I can't wait." He thrust his tongue in her
mouth, teasing her with his intentions—good and bad.
    A ringing cell phone destroyed their moment.
"Damn it!" Sara reached into her bag. "I thought I turned it
off."
    "Is it him again?" asked Jane.
    "Ugh. Yes."
    "Who?" said Jack.
    "David. He's been calling me all day. I told
him I was going out tonight, but apparently he doesn't care."
    "Ignore it." He pulled her toward the door.
"Let's go."
    As soon as her phone stopped ringing, it
started again. "I gotta tell him to stop."
    "Forget about him. Come with me."
    She didn't want to talk to David. Not now.
She wanted to be with Jack. "If I don't answer, he'll keep
calling."
    "Turn it off."
    Sara let go of him and walked back into the
living room. "I'll just tell him—"
    Jack grabbed her arm and his blue eyes
flashed. "Don't answer it."
     

Chapter 4
     
    Sara pulled free and picked up her phone.
"Hi, David, what do you want?"
    Jack shook his head at their friends standing
in the doorway.