Page 23 of Love On and Off Set

Heat flooded my cheeks. I wasn’t known for games. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d never played footsie before. For him, though? I’d do anything. “Sure, that sounds great.”

“Fantastic. Can you grab the OJ? Then we need coffee, the food, and real Canadian maple syrup.”

“Nothing but real Canadian maple syrup.” I smiled because his earnestness spoke to me.

The burst of blueberry had my tastebuds singing with delight—the syrup the perfect chaser. The bacon’s crispness was pure perfection.

Oh, and the company delighted.

Dade recounted all our adventures from the night before, but made them far funnier than I would’ve seen them. He even made a show of checking the newspaper’s website to see if Lucille had written an exposé on the two of us.

She hadn’t.

Yet.

I planned to bend Walter’s ear, as he and Gordon were excellent friends, as well as golf buddies. Which reminded me… “Are you interested in golf lessons this spring?”

Dade stilled.

Oh shit.

Then he grinned. “You teaching me? You going to get all handsy when you show me the right stance? Do we get to make out in the clubhouse?”

Laughter burst out of me. “Uh, no. Well, maybe handsy, but no making out.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Then I don’t know—”

I leaned over to kiss his lips.

His tongue sought mine.

My heart soared.

Fun. He was just fun. He lightened my heart. I saw the enjoyable side of things. And not once this morning had I given my laptop a thought. My cell phone sat on the table, and anything truly urgent would come through that. Everything else could just fucking wait.

Dade pulled back. “Keep that up, and we’ll never make it outside.”

I winked.

“Oh, that’s your nefarious plan? Keep me all sexed up so we never leave?”

“I don’t see why not.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Well, I’m not fooled.”

Boldly, he reached and pressed his hand to my crotch.

Naturally, my cock perked up.

He grinned. “Later, okay?” For just a moment, he appeared uncertain. Like maybe he’d pushed too far.

I snagged the back of his neck and dragged him in for a long-and-drugging kiss. Finally, breathless, I pulled back. “Always okay.”

“Great. You check your email while I do the dishes, and then we’ll meet in the front hall.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t allowed to work.” I tried for a pout.

He tweaked my nose. “A zebra can’t change her stripes. You’ve eyed your phone at least thirty times during our quick meal. Check, reassure yourself, then put it away for the day.”