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“That’s what I did until you came along.” I ran my hand up the outside of her leg and then skirted the hem of her shorts. “Now I just do work and you.”

“Well, by all means, make sure you take your break from your work time and not from doing me time.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I have my priorities in order.” I tightened my grip on her and slanted my lips over hers. I’d barely gotten a taste when she put her hand on my chest and broke the kiss.

I grunted, and she shot me a reprimanding look. “Patience, Mr. Stone. First, I want more of that cheesy shit you try to pretend you’re too cool for.” She swung her legs forward and gripped the steering wheel. “I want you to teach me to drive, and just so you know…” She rocked her ass against my crotch, teasing me into rock-hard territory. “I’m a hands-on kind of learner.”

CHAPTER 28

Jameson

“I feel underdressed,” Kat said as I guided her into the restaurant with one hand on her back. I stepped up behind her, gripping her shoulders and moving my mouth next to her ear. “You want me to get you undressed?” I slipped the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and kissed it, leaving my mouth against her smooth skin and thinking about when I’d get my next taste. “I don’t know if this is a proper venue for stripping, but I aim to give you what you want.”

She spun and shot me a look that was too sexy to be as scary as she intended it. “You have very selective hearing, I’ve noticed.” “Guilty as charged.” I gripped her hips and turned her back around, then nudged her over to the hostess stand, where a girl in her mid-twenties looked beyond bored. She must be new because I didn’t recognize her.

“I called a little while ago. JT Stone, table for two.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but the place books up weeks in advance, so if you just called?—”

“If you’ll look at your list, I’m sure I’m on there.”

The hostess ran her pen down her pad, then did a double take, and her expression morphed into a much warmer one. “Right this way, Mr. Stone.”

As we walked through the place, it was pretty noticeable that everyone else was dressier than we were. I wore a suit more often than not, and I’d planned on eating at a more casual place so I wouldn’t have to dress up. I wanted to relax and enjoy a day where Kat and I were just two regular people enjoying a carefree day.

But as we’d pulled the boat back into the dock, I’d thought maybe it wasn’t so much that Kat belonged on the water, but that she belonged next to me.

That led to lungs tightening and a touch of freaking the fuck out. I didn’t do relationships and she was leaving anyway. The thought of her being hundreds of miles away didn’t console me, though. It sent enough panic to eclipse the panic over things getting too serious.

So I’d called in a favor.

Tables at Savor were hard to come by, but when the owner and chef was one of your oldest friends, he was able to pull a few strings.

We followed the hostess to a table in the back with a perfect view of the harbor.

Kat took a step toward the window instead of the chair I’d pulled out for her. “Wow, it’s all lit up now. It almost makes me want to hop back on the boat and go see the panorama view. Except I’m too starving for that.” She shot me a smile and then returned her gaze to the window.

The hostess told me that someone would take our order, and once she’d left, I joined Kat at the window. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back to my chest and tucked her head underneath my chin. “You know, without the heels, you’re kind of short.”

“That’s why I wear the heels. Well, that and I love them, and they make my legs and butt look good.”

“As someone who’s reached expert status in that department, I can attest to the fact that they always look good.”

She twisted her head and smiled at me. “Sweet talk will get you everywhere.”

All sorts of tempting ideas filled my head as it turned to the gutter to decide what everywhere could mean—especially since her ass was nestled right against my crotch.

Movement caught my eye, and I turned to see Ben coming toward us. We exchanged a quick bro-hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said.

“I know. Life’s been crazy.” I gestured to my date. “Kat, this is my friend Ben—he’s the chef and owner of this place. Ben, Kat.”

He extended his hand and shook hers. Then he gave me a curious look.

“Jameson doesn’t usually bring dates here—I thought he wanted the special table tonight so he could be alone with his laptop.”

Kat laughed, and I clapped Ben extra hard on the back. “Okay,” I said. “That’s quite enough.”

What was I thinking bringing Kat here to meet one of my oldest friends? I didn’t want to examine the reasons too closely, actually, but now I was wondering if it was a bad move. I felt too exposed, like having her meet Ben gave away the fact that I was starting to fall for her, and she’d use that against me.

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