Page 4 of Tempt

He bends and retrieves my glasses, and the dance moms watch him without shame. I arch a brow in their direction and they turn back to their conversations.

Daniel holds up the crooked frames. “Sorry about these. I’ll replace them.”

“Don’t sweat it.” I slide them up my nose. “They’re not prescription. I wanted to look smart.” I gesture to the rest of my ensemble and he takes his time soaking it in.

“You’re smart already.”

He straightens the glasses on my face, his fingers brushing my cheek so gently I shouldn’t notice.

I do notice.

Apparently, it’s been too long since I had a physical connection with another person, because the jolt of anticipation has my breath catching.

For a second, I’m no better than the lusty dance moms, except they’re across the room and I’m inches away from the hottest guy in Elmwood.

He retrieves the box, turning it right-side up and holding it out.

I peek under the lid. The cupcakes are smooshed, the ones with Liv and Jules’ names a clownish smear of icing.

Motherfucker.

“Can I at least give you a ride?”

Daniel’s smooth voice brings me back.

“No thanks. I’m flying solo tonight.” And a lot of nights, it looks like.

“Sure. It was good to see you.”

Buried memories come back in an instant.

His lips at my ear.

His dark eyes trained on me.

The pull between us, the feel of the club music…

The moms are still staring. Evidently Daniel’s status as a widower also makes him top of the most eligible bachelor list.

“Get a little closer,” I suggest on my way past. “Maybe you can smell him.”

But I can’t really blame them.

He smells fucking incredible.

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“Iwant two,” my kid insists from where he’s riding in the shopping cart.

“Last time you couldn’t finish one.”

“But the first one will make room for the second one.”

“How about pasta instead?”

Andy makes a face. “That’s nothing like a Big Mac.”

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