Marley couldnât get out of there fast enough.
âYou sure you donât want to grab a bite to eat with us?â Marley felt compelled to ask.
âI wish I could,â Sharon said with a disappointed smile. âBut weâll connect again in about an hour when I take Linc on a tour of one of our stores. Afterwards weâll head out for dinner.â
Marley had known that was the plan. Still, she wasforced to sound excited as she said, âNo problem. Weâll see you in an hour, then.â
But the moment they stepped into the warm sunshine she couldnât stop herself from saying, âJeesh. I think I just witnessed the world record. Iâve never seen a woman bat her eyelashes more times in the space of an hour.â Marley stabbed the unlock button on her key chain more forcefully than necessary.
âReally?â Linc said, sounding surprised. âI didnât notice anything out of the ordinary.â
That stopped Marley in her tracks. âYouâre kidding, right?â she asked, but they were forced to move forward when a car headed toward them. They stopped in front of her car, Marley handing the keys to Linc absently. âLinc,â Marley mimicked. âIâm youâre biggest fan.â
Linc laughed. âShe didnât say that.â
Marleyâs teeth ground in irritation. âNo,â Marley reluctantly admitted. âNot those words exactly, but she couldnât have been more obvious. She has the hots for you.â
âDoes not,â Linc said as he headed for the driverâs side door.
Marley didnât move. âYouâve got to be joking. Youâre telling me you didnât notice.â
âNo,â Linc said, opening the door and sliding inside.
Marley had no choice but to do the same, but once sheâd settled into the slick leather seat and pulled on her seat belt, she muttered, âThen youâre blind.â
Linc laughed again. âAnd youâre sounding awfully jealous.â
She jerked upright so hard the seat belt checked herin the neck. She grimaced and pulled the thing away from her skin. âDonât be ridiculous.â
âWhere are we going?â he asked.
She waved a hand imperiously. âI donât care. You decide. Something fast. I wouldnât want you to be late for Little Miss Biggest Fan.â
He rested a hand on the steering wheel and turned toward her. âYou really donât like her, do you?â
Marley drew back. It finally registered that she sounded like a jealous harpy. Lord help her. Half a day in the manâs company had her right back where sheâd started years agoâ¦lusting after Linc Shepherd.
You are not lusting after him.
But wasnât she? Just a tiny bit? If she were honest with herself sheâd have to admit she found him sexy. Frankly, she really didnât blame Sharon for batting her lashes at him.
âIâm just worried she might have an ulterior motive in wanting to sponsor you.â
He still didnât start the car. Marley hoped that he would, and that heâd drop the subject. Because the way he was looking at her sent a frisson of awareness through her that had her wishing she could roll down her window.
âYouâre worried I find Sharon attractive.â
âI am not!â
He smirked.
âLinc, stop it,â she said, sitting upright and straightening her jacket. âIâm no more worried about that than I am jealous. Now. Letâs get going. We only have an hour.â Dratted man still didnât start the car.
âYou still want me.â
Her entire body burst into flames, from the tip of her toes to the top of her needed-some-new-highlights hair. âLetâs go,â she repeated, deadpan.
âYou still want me and youâre angry that someone else wants me, too.â
âLincââ
He covered her mouth with his hands. Marley gasped, drew back. He followed her,