Page 57 of Burning Love
He’d play that game.
“It’s amazing all the interesting things that come from chance meetings.”
Her face flushed and he’d scored himself a point on that one. Or maybe it was the lift of his eyebrows when he’d done it.
Cheryl had them stand in front of one of the fire trucks, Talia between him and his boss, making her look a lot smaller, even in her heels, then a few shots were taken.
“These look great,” Cheryl said, handing the camera over for them to look.
“That’s a smile to melt some women’s hearts,” Chief said. “Jace is good at that. We like him in the pictures.”
Fuck. That was the last thing he needed said in front of the woman he was sleeping with.
A reminder of what he’d told her. That he wasn’t looking for any type of commitment and never had one before.
“He sure is pretty,” Talia said. “A weaker woman might only see the surface though. I’m sure he’s a solid guy underneath.”
Chief slapped him on the back. “We try to tell him that, but pretty faces get more attention too.”
“Chief, the mayor is on line two,” someone shouted from another room.
“I’ll be right back,” Chief said. “Jace can show you to a waiting room and get you a coffee or something.”
“Guess you’re being ordered around today,” she said.
“It seems it.”
They moved back down the hall away from everyone. “How about I let you order me around tomorrow night if you’rearound? You know, to make up for putting you on the spot today.”
“You’re seriously going to let me call the shots?”
“Promise.” She dragged her pink manicured fingernail down the center of her chest, then across her nipples seductively. “Cross my heart.”
“You’re evil.”
She laughed. “And you love it.”
More than he cared to admit.
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ALL YOURS
The motorcycle turned the corner into the driveway the next morning, and Talia got out of her car.
It was impulsive to come to his house, but she didn’t think Jace would mind.
The roaring engine came to a halt, Jace swinging his long leg over the side, his helmet off and in his hand.
“This is a surprise.”
She moved closer to him, right into his personal space, her hand on his chest, lifting on her tiptoes, her lips to his. “A good or bad one?”
His eyes were searching her face. “Depends on the reason you’re here when I’m getting out of work.”
“I couldn’t wait another minute for you to tell me what to do. Is that good or bad?”
He grabbed her hand with his and tugged her toward the house. “Great,” he said. “Best surprise ever. I need to shower first.”
