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I shake my head. Still nothing.
Evie lets out a disgusted sound. Which is more endearing than it should be. “She writes a certain article for Zara. For thePress.”
Ahhh, that Lee Adams.
“Is she looking?”
What I’m thinking is a bad idea. But sometimes, those are the best kind. Especially since I’ve wanted to kiss Evie Fuller since the second she walked into Enzo and Chari’s reception.
“No, I mean, maybe. I think she might be.”
Giving her a split second to understand, to tell me no, I close the gap between us.
I’m going to kiss you.
Her mouth parts, and it’s enough for me. Reaching behind her neck, I bring her lips to mine. Not in a soft, exploratory way. More in a “who knows if this will ever happen again” way. Pressing Evie up against her car, I use my other hand to bring her mouth even closer.
Her tongue touches mine, first hesitant, and then as fervently as my own.
She can feel it too. The need. And desperation.
As our mouths crash together, her arms wrap around my back, and Evie’s body presses against mine even closer than it had during that dance. Her breasts crush against my chest, and my need to feel them is overridden only by one simple fact.
This isn’t real.
It’s a show, and one that should probably end. But as our mouths slant together, fitting so damn perfectly, I refuse to stop. Deeper and deeper I’m drawn into her, just like that first night. What is it with this woman?
A screeching car horn invades our moment, shoving its way in like the dawn after a long night. It continues to blare. When I step back, Evie quickly fishes into the front pocket of her jeans.
“Sorry.” She pulls out her key fob and presses a button. “So much for being stealthy,” she says.
I put even more distance between us, not trusting myself so close to her. “I thought we were doing just the opposite.”
We look at the street at the same time, but there’s no one there. And no telling if the author of About Town saw us.
“I guess you’re right. I just . . . wasn’t expecting that.”
Join the club.
“I’d apologize,” I tell her, “but I’m not sorry.”
There she goes again, chewing on her poor bottom lip.
I’d like nothing more than to disentangle her lip with my tongue. To continue where we left off. Except this time, with fewer interruptions.
But we both need to get back.
“It was a good idea. Take advantage of the situation and all,” Evie says.
“Exactly,” I agree. The situation.
“I can’t imagine we’ll get another chance like that,” she says.
Ah, hell.
“Honestly, that’s not at all what I had in mind earlier,” I explain. “It just seemed like a good idea not to dispel the rumor. Maybe be seen together a few more times.”
I stop short of a full-fledged apology.
