Like a sexy blonde with a great body.
Cassie might have behaved pretty funny last night, but thinking back, she looked like the answer to all his fantasies. Limp in his arms, she’d teased him, tempted him, and if she hadn’t been drunk, he might have had one hell of a night. But he didn’t take advantage of helpless women. Even if Cassie struck him as one of the strongest women he’d ever met.
She’d needed him.
That gave him pause. He’d never been needed before. Plenty of women had come on to him and he’d gladly taken them up on their offer. But that was only sex. What he experienced with Cassie surpassed anything he’d encountered with other women. He’d liked watching out for her, protecting her, without sex being on the agenda.
He wanted to see her again. Go out with her. Talk to her. Just be with her.
He snatched the phone and punched the numbers before he had a chance to change his mind.
“Hello?” Her soft voice greeted him, causing a stiffening behind the zipper of his jeans.
“Uh, hi Cassie.” A gasp and the sound of scuffle made him wonder what the hell she’d been doing. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” He heard water running. “I spilled my coffee.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just me being clumsy. How are you?”
“I’m fine.” What the hell? Would they discuss the weather next?
“I wanted to check up and see if my special potion helped.”
“You should bottle and sell that stuff. I bounced right back.”
“How about Tammy? She okay?”
“With two kids, she’s doesn’t have time to suffer. She hides it well.”
Shit. Here goes.
“Was she mad about Shep taking her home? I promise you, she had nothing to worry about. Shep is a real gentleman.”
“That was the problem.” He thought he heard her mumble, but it was so low, he couldn’t be right. “No, she’s not mad.”
“The thing is, Shep wondered.” Christ, Mike felt like a damned kid passing notes in school. “Shep wondered if he should call her.”
“That would be great. Tammy would welcome a call from Shep.”
I’ll be damned.
“Uh, look.” He shoved a hand through his short-cropped hair. “I’d like to see you again. Maybe you’d like to go out or something.” Christ. He was bad at this. How long since he’d asked a girl on a date? Picking up women at bars didn’t count.
“I’d love to.”
That was fast. Some of the anxiety drifted from his stomach.
“Or maybe you could come to my place for dinner,” she added.
That sounded just fine and dandy to him. More make out sessions on her couch. And more sex in her bed. He put the reins on his testosterone. Cassie was worth more than a roll in the sac. He wondered at his need to impress her.
“I’m at the station. I’ll be here until late this evening. How about tomorrow? I’m not the fine dining type, but I would like to take you to dinner. Maybe we could take a drive over the Blue Ridge Parkway.”
“I’d like that.”
Hot damn. He’d see her tomorrow.