Page 20 of Wish I Might
“It’s a perfectly viable option,” she shot back, meeting his outrage with defiance.“And the safest.”
“That may be true, but doing something like this with a stranger is…”
“A terrible idea?”she ventured sweetly when he trailed off.“Well, that’s why I asked you, but you’re being all prissy about it.”
“I’m not being prissy,” he muttered.“I’m being cautious.”
“You say potato.”
“Jesus, you’re a pain in my ass.”He glared at her, and she glared right back.
“Are you going to do it or not?”
He watched her for a moment, eyes glittering, then he nodded.“Yes.But I have conditions.”
She rolled her eyes to cover her relief.“Of course you do.”
“They’re non-negotiable.”
She smirked.“Blah, blah, blah.”
“I’m serious, Bailey.”
“Fine.What are they?”
He shook his head.“We’ll get into it later.”
She frowned when he pushed back from the table.“I want to get into it now.”
“Tough shit.”He started to turn away, then stopped.“You got anyone in mind?”
“For what?”
“For the other…” He waved a hand.“Participants.”
“No.”Annoyed, she jutted out her chin.“That’s your job.”
He nodded.“You work tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I’ve got a full day, eight to six.Why?”
“I’ll bring home dinner.We’ll talk then.”
“Why not now?”she demanded.
“Because I need to think about all this, and so do you.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for eight years, Nash,” she told him.“I know what I want.”
“Think about it anyway.Tomorrow night,” he reminded her, then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
And left her sitting there with an odd combination of relief, irritation and arousal to sort through.
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