Page 48 of Finding Her Leading Man

Addie lifted a shoulder. “I’m still talking about a man. It always helps to go the opposite of what you normally wear if you want to make an impression. Women who dress up all the time, dress down. You’re always in jeans, sneakers, and T-shirts. Show some skin. Shorts. Do you have shorts? It’s humid as blazes out there right now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in shorts. With your skin tone, you don’t need to worry about a tan.”

Samantha did own a pair of black shorts. Somewhere. “I have a pair of black ones. What top would I wear?” She dug around in the clothes until she found them. “Here.”

Addie held up a red tank top. “I say wear this. Red and black. Can’t go wrong. Wear them with flats. You will look out of place at this movie theater wearing a pair of high heels.” Addie turned around. “Change so we can see Trevor’s reaction.”

She slipped on the outfit and tried to see herself in the small mirror beside the T.V. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m insanely jealous of your long legs. Dang. Don’t fault Trevor if he can’t keep his hands to himself.” She shook her head and reached for Samantha’s hand. “Do not overthink this. I told you before that my brother is great. You like him enough to kiss him Saturday. He simply wants to spend time with you. It’s not a forever commitment. With Trevor in the picture, that’s almost a guarantee. Just a fun date with a guy you’re attracted to.”

Samantha nodded. Odd that Trevor had used a similar phrase. He knew all the ins and outs of her, but she still didn’t understand his issue with commitment. Not that she was looking for a real boyfriend. The more relaxed they kept their brief relationship, the easier it will be for them to part at the end of this. Less than a week until the wedding.

Addie opened the door. “Let’s go, Samantha.” She looked down the hallway. “They’re waiting on us.”

Samantha grabbed her purse and followed Addie, forced to accept what she wore. She’d have to trust Addie. Dates in New York weren’t in shorts and tank tops with sandals.

Trevor’s gaze roamed down her body and up. Open attraction and heat registered in his expression. She’d have to thank Addie.

At one point, in her twenties, she’d wanted a man to see her brains first. Her talent. To be impressed by her resume. Her vocal range.

Now, after feeling like the world had crushed her, the pure lust in Trevor’s eyes did more to build her confidence back at that one moment than winning a Tony Award. On a basic level, this man wanted her.

“It’s going to be hard sitting next to those legs and not touching them.”

She steadied herself with a hand on the railing along the stairs as she descended. “I probably won’t tell you no.” She cut her eyes back at him.

“Please tell me this is you, flirting.”

“This is metryingto flirt.” She faced him at the bottom of the stairs, Addie and Cameron walking ahead of them. She hesitated a second, watching his lips and wanting to kiss him.

To break the electric current that flowed between them.

To give her some relief.

As if reading her mind, Trevor stepped to her and kissed her. A slow kiss that ended too soon. “I won’t be able to help myself if you look at me that way again.”

“The movie theater will be dark. You won’t have to look at me.”

The cocky smirk she loved appeared. His fingers slipped underneath the hem of her short shorts. “No. But I can feel.” He pressed his lips to her cheek, then neck. “And taste.”

“Guys!” Cameron called them from the exit of the bed and breakfast. They both took a step in their direction.

Trevor snagged her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Holding hands with him sent warning signals to her brain. Trevor was temporary. A rebound. She had too much to fix back in New York to have time for a boyfriend or whatever he equated to.

And in the next breath, she kicked the thoughts out. Right now. She was only worried about today. This moment.

Right then, she only wanted to be with Trevor.

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“You can sit in the front.”Addie opened up the back door on the passenger side. “I’ll sit in the back with Samantha.”

“No. You can sit in the front, and I’ll sit in the back with Sam.” And touch the woman as much as he wanted. Because right then, she had a sultry look in her expression that Trevor planned to take full advantage of later.

“But this is what the others do. Girls in the back, guys in the front.”

Trevor opened the passenger door to Addie’s Mercedes, guiding her into the front seat. “I understand, four-eyes, but I don’t want to ride in the front. Cameron isn’t my date. Samantha is.”

Addie gave him a skeptical look. “You’re not going to try and make a move or something with us in the car. Don’t gross me out.”

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