Page 91 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

“Lots of things.”

And I already know from the look in his eye what lots of things means.

At least I hope I do.

“Let’s get there and get ready,” he says. “We can have a cocktail or two before we have to go.”

I smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

He leads me out to his garage, and he unlocks his Range Rover.

We climb into the car, and the garage door begins to go up. He begins to reverse.

“Fuck, duck down,” he splutters.

“What?”

“Carol and Taryn are out front. Get down.”

I put my head between my knees. “Aah, they’re going to see me.”

“They won’t.” He pulls out at high speed. “Keep down.”

I actually wish Taryn would see me. That would teach her show-off, hot, roller-skating ass.

Henley pulls out and, with a quick wave to the neighborhood watch program, speeds past them. “Stay down,” he tells me.

I’m crumpled up in a ball. “Are we past them yet?”

“Stay down.” He grabs the back of my head and pushes me farther down.

“Aah.” I swat his hand away. “You’ll break me in half.”

“Not yet,” he mutters under his breath as he drives.

“What did you say?” I sit up.

“Nothing.”

But I heard him, and I roll my lips to hide my smile.

Please.

We drive along in silence for a while. My mind is running at a million miles per minute.

I have a plan, and I know it’s not a smart one.

But it’s a plan.

I want to get to know Henley better, and he’s afraid of commitment. I’m thinking that if I can just create a safe space for us to get to know each other . . . Without the pressure of expectation, who knows what may happen?

“So”—his eyes flick over to me—“what’s the deal with your interior designer?”

Really? We’re getting to this already?

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “He asked me out, and I’m considering it.”

“If you like him, why didn’t you just say yes?”

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