Page 34 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“I’m clearing the driveway for you.”
“Why?” I tried not to sound suspicious, but I think it came out that way, because he rolled his eyes.
“Because it seemed like a nice thing to do, and there wasn’t a No Shoveling rule last night. But come to think of it, I have heard there is a high correlation between shoveling a woman’s driveway and getting her pregnant, so would you like me to put it all back?”
Feeling foolish, I slapped him on the arm with my mitten-clad hand. “Sorry. I am, in fact, grateful, so thank you very much. I was dreading this.”
“It is pretty cold,” he admitted, going back to work.
“Can I help?”
“Nah, I’m just about done.”
“How about some coffee? I could go make some.”
“Actually, I’m heading to the gym in a few. My class was canceled for today.”
Jesus. Only Quinn wo
uld voluntarily go work out on a morning like this. Especially after shoveling all that snow!
I looked at his SUV, which was a mound of white. “Can I at least brush off your car?”
“No, thanks. I’ll get it.”
Shivering, I wrapped my arms around my chest. “You have to let me do something nice for you.”
He glanced at me. “What did you have in mind?”
“Blowjob?”
He grinned. “You’re relentless, although that would warm me up nicely.”
Me too, I thought, hopping from one foot to the other to keep my toes from going numb. Maybe we could even do it in a hot shower. I could—
“How about a drink after work?”
I stopped moving and gaped at him. “You’re turning down a blowjob for a drink?”
“Can’t I have both?” He stuck the shovel in the snowbank and gave me an imploring look. “It’s really nippy out here.”
I sighed, too cold to argue with him. “I suppose. Why don’t we—oh wait. I’m supposed to meet my friends for dinner. It’s Claire’s birthday.”
“What do you know, I happen to be free for dinner tonight,” he said delightedly.
“Really. How fortuitous.”
“I agree, and I will gladly accept your invitation to join you.”
I cocked my head. “I’m not sure I offered one.”
“Well, it’s fucking ten below out here, Jaime. I can’t stand around waiting for you to be polite. I’ll die of hypothermia.”
I groaned. “OK, OK. Fine. You can have dinner with us.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“I’ll meet you here at seven,” I said, backing up the driveway.
