Page 26 of All the Right Moves

That gets a chuckle out of her. “Yeah, I guess seeing you in a towel was fun too. But I was wondering if you’d like to come over and have dinner with me.”

“Tonight?” I ask.

“Uh, yeah. Don’t worry; I won’t be cooking. Momma made lasagna to warm up, so it’s safe to eat.” It’s cute how her voice has a hint of nervousness.

She doesn’t need to be nervous, though. There’s not a chance in hell I’d turn down dinner with the girl I can’t stop thinking about.

“I’d love to have dinner with you,” I say, which makes her smile once again. “When I get off, I’ll run home and shower and then come over.”

“Sounds great.”

We say our goodbyes, and I get back to work. Suddenly, any sign of exhaustion I just had is a distant memory.

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I bust my ass to get through the rest of the day, so I can go home to shower. And it just might be the fastest shower of my life.

Maybe I’m just alittleexcited to spend some time with Jenna.

Soon enough, I’m knocking on her front door. When she opens it, I can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks. Her long blonde hair hangs down to her low back in perfectly imperfect waves, and she wears a tank top and a pair of short shorts.

“Hey, you,” she greets with a smile.

She steps aside, letting me walk in before shutting the door behind us. She hops on one leg back to the couch and sits down.

I join her, and when we’re both sitting down, I can’t help but notice a couple of big purple bruises on her thighs as her shorts ride up.

She sees me staring and says, “Oh yeah, just a couple of bruises from my fall the other day.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask.

She nods. “It looks a lot worse than it feels. It was pretty sore the day after, but it’s fine now.”

Her tone tells me she doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, so I change the subject. “What have you been up to since I saw you last?”

She lets out a cackle. “Not a damn thing. I swear I’m going crazy being here, stuck in this house. I’ve watched more TV in less than a week than I probably have in a year.”

“Damn,” I say. “Have you started watching those crazy soap operas yet?”

She smiles. “I haven’t gone that far yet, but if I’m stuck in this house much longer, I just might start.”

“Can you go hang out with your family?” I ask.

Her shoulders shrug up and down. “I could, but I know they all have their own lives and are busy. Plus, Momma tries to have a family dinner every Sunday and still stops by at least once a day. That’s just a lot of family time.”

“Well, this is unacceptable,” I say.

A line forms on her forehead as her confused eyes look at me. “What’s unacceptable?”

“You can’t be cooped up in this house all day and resort to watching soap operas. We’ll just have to find something fun to go do.”

Her confusion is replaced with a big smile. “I’d really like that.”

We spend the next hour talking and laughing. She tells me some fun stories about her college antics, and I tell her a few stories about crazy things that have gone on around town.

It’s nothing super exciting or important, but unlike my awkward date the other night, now, the conversation flows with a certain ease. Jenna is just easy to talk to.

I offer to help her when it comes time to put the lasagna in the oven, but she insists she’s got it handled. As she gets up to hop off to the kitchen, I can’t help but catch a glimpse of her ass. Her tight shorts are showing off her round backside perfectly. It would be more than a handful, and I find myself thinking about grabbing it—which is honestly ridiculous because she’s given me no indication that she wants to be anything more than friends.

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