door to the storeroom swung open. Melissa emerged, her arms loaded with two trays of glasses piled atop each other. Her gaze zeroed in on Cody with impeccable precision. Every bit of color washed from her face. The trays wobbled, then tilted. Glasses crashed to the floor. Her gaze never wavered from his, despite the sound of breaking glass.
Several of the teenagers sprang to their feet and rushed to clean up the mess. Cody couldnât have moved if his life had depended on it. ApparentlyMelissa couldnât, either. Not even the swirl of activity at her feet caught her attention. He felt as if heâd been punched in the gut.
This definitely wasnât the reaction heâd been praying for. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. Heâd wanted to look into those soft, sea green eyes of hers and feel eighteen months of hurt and anger boiling into a fine rage. Or, better yet, heâd wanted to feel nothing at all.
Instead it appeared his hormones were very glad to see her. Obviously they had a different sort of memory pattern than his brain.
âMissy, are you okay?â one of the boys asked worriedly. He scowled in Codyâs direction.
âFine,â she murmured.
The youngster, who looked all of fourteen, clearly wasnât convinced. Just as clearly, he had a big-time crush on Melissa. âIs he a problem?â he inquired, nodding toward Cody.
Apparently the boyâs itch to slay dragons for her got her attention as nothing else had. She jerked her gaze away from Cody and smiled at the teenager.
âItâs okay, David. Cody and I have known each other a long time.â She patted his shoulder. âThanks for cleaning up the glass, you guys. Your sodas are on me.â
âNah, you donât have to do that,â David said, pulling money out of his pocket and leaving it on the counter. âRight, guys?â
The other boys dutifully nodded and pulled out their own cash. Unless costs at Dolanâs had risen dramatically, they were very generous tippers, Cody noted as all of the teens departed.
âSee you tomorrow,â David called back from the doorway. He lingered uncertainly for another minute, as if he couldnât make up his mind whether Cody was to be trusted. When Melissa shot him another reassuring smile, he finally took off to catch up with his friends.
âQuite an admirer,â Cody said. âI think he was ready to mop up the floor with me.â
âDavid is just testing his flirting skills. Iâm safer than those girls in his own class. He knows I wonât laugh at him.â
âMaybe you should. Better to hurt him now than later,â he said with unmistakable bitterness.
Melissa looked as if heâd struck her. âIâm not going to hurt him at all. Heâs just a boy, Cody.â She straightened her spine and glowered at him. âLook, if you came in here just to hassle me, you can turn right around and go back wherever you came from. I donât need the aggravation.â
Cody grinned at the bright patches of color in her cheeks. Melissa had always had a quick temper. He suddenly realized heâd missed sparring with her almost as much as heâd missing making love with her.
âActually, I came in for a milk shake,â he said, coming to a sudden decision to play this scene all the way through. He propped his elbows on the counter. He waited until heâd caught her gaze, then lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. âA chocolate shake so thick, Iâll barely be able to suck it very, very slowly through the straw.â
The patches of color in Melissaâs cheeks deepened. She twirled around so fast it was a wonder she didnât knock a few more pieces of glassware onto the floor with the breeze she stirred.
With her rigid back to him, Cody was able to observe her at his leisure. Her snug, faded jeans fit her cute little butt like a glove. That much hadnât changed, he noted with