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down and hugged the arm of the couch. “Sure.”
    She placed the bowl between her thighs. Shameless, really, but when had she ever been modest. Never. And the way he pulled his lips in his mouth, thinking over how to get out of it and realizing he couldn’t, well, that just made it even more worth it as he scooted down the couch a little closer and snatched a kernel from the edge.
    She grinned and lifted the remote. “I’m not going to bite, you know.”
    “I know.”
    He sat upright on the couch. His posture perfect. Shoulders rolled back. Not moving aside from going for popcorn. His arms were stiff and jerky as he snatched kernals and popped a piece in his mouth. She wondered more than once now if someone was operating his tight movements like old Bernie.
    By now in the movie, Dead Bernie was trussed up to an umbrella playing a board game and so far not a chuckle out of Mike while she’d already wiped tears from her eyes. Maybe Mike was dead and someone was pulling his strings somewhere. She bit her lower lip and poked him in the ribs with her toe, just to be sure.
    He liked to have hit the ceiling. He shouted and grabbed her foot. His sure grip was tight and a step away from hurting, but not quite. He looked at her and there . Her breath quickened. Heat filled her body and thighs tingled. That look right there with her foot in his hands. Gone nearly as fast a blink, but it was that looked that hinted of more Mike under all that tightly controlled surface. The barest glances of heat in his eyes as she’d taken him by surprise.
    He released her and dusted his hands off. “What the hell did you do that for?”
    She sipped her water and caught her breath. “Making sure you’re not dead.”
    He adjusted his shirt and sat back into ‘the position’ of hands on thighs, sitting up straight. “I’m not. Don’t do that again.”
    “You’re not laughing. Maybe I should poke you at the funny parts.” And try to see that heated look again. To see if it was heat, or something else.
    His eyes slid to hers and back to the screen. “That wouldn’t be wise.”
    She gently jabbed him for good measure. Never tell her not to poke a sleeping lion. “Why not?”
    “Tiffany.”
    Not wanting him pissed off at…whatever, she wasn’t sure, she retreated a bit. “I just want you to have a good time.”
    “I am.” A smile touched his lips and nothing else of his face.
    “Liar.” She placed the popcorn aside and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. “I don’t get you.”
    “Can’t we just watch the movie?”
    “Sure. If you’re going to enjoy the movie.”
    “I am.”
    “Then start laughing at the funny parts and for goodness sakes, relax a little bit. Would it kill you to rest your shoulders and slouch?”
    “I don’t slouch.”
    “You should. You look uncomfortable as hell sitting there.”
    He might have dropped his shoulders a quarter of an inch. Maybe. She leaned back again, unsure on what to do about him, like always. As usual, things seemed hot and cold. Hot and cold. She was tired of the runaround and confusing feelings and the way he made her heart pound in one moment and frustration stopped her blood cold in the next.
    When the two boys in the movie tied Dead Bernie off to their shoes and were running to catch the ferry, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. And noticed Mike didn’t even crack a grin. Okay. Time to play this a little different since he was going to be all hard about it. She sat forward and unhooked the back of her bra.
    That drew his attention. For the briefest of seconds he gave her an amazing stare that had her thighs twitching and mouth watering. And then once again, it was gone all too fast as reality seemed to settle in around him.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Each time you don’t laugh at the movie when I do, something comes off.” She pulled the straps off her arms and tugged the bra out from her shirt. His eyes dropped to the pink bra dangling from her fingers