Pure Temptation

He gazed at her. “I have a suggestion.”

She swallowed. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life. How had she missed that in all these years? “Okay.”

He leaned forward and beckoned her to do the same. He lowered his voice and his eyes grew smoky blue. “Maybe we need to work up to this. We could take a drive, park somewhere, do some old-fashioned making out and see how it goes. And to take the pressure off, we’d agree not to go all the way this first time.”

He was so close that his breath caressed her face. His hands—hands that had positioned her grip on a baseball bat, picked her up when she fell off her bike and pinched her when she’d dropped the frog down his back—had taken on a whole new significance. And they lay less than an inch from hers on the Formica tabletop. As she looked into his eyes, her heart beat so fast she thought she might have a heart attack. This was a Mac she’d never met before. “I g-guess we could do that, but…”

“But? And how were you envisioning the process?”

Her cheeks grew hot. “Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

She kept her voice to a low murmur, which increased the sense of intimacy in the booth. “If you’d set me up with someone, I envisioned a one-night stand, to get it over with.”

He winced. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“It is?”

He held her gaze with those electric eyes. “I thought you wanted to have a nice time.”

“I do.” She drew a shaky breath. “But couldn’t I have a nice one-night stand?”

“Not you. Some women, maybe. Not you. You need to ease into it.”

“That’s why I’ve been reading all those books. And I’m a quick study.”

His eyes twinkled and his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile, but he didn’t.

“What?”

“It’s just so you, to thoroughly study a subject before you get into it.”

He had her totally off balance, and she wasn’t used to feeling that way with Mac. She tried to equalize the situation. “I could probably teach you a few things, Mr. Know-It-All!” she whispered a little louder than she’d meant to. Then she glanced around quickly to see if anyone was listening. Nobody seemed to be paying them any attention, which wasn’t surprising. Seeing the two of them huddled over the table in the back booth of the Nugget was commonplace.

Mac leaned back against the worn seat, amusement in his eyes. “No doubt you could.” As they continued to gaze at each other in silence, his expression became more guarded. He picked up his spoon and balanced it on his forefinger. “The question is, do you want to? Last time I checked, the ball was still in your court.”

“I don’t know, Mac. This is very…personal.”

“That’s a fact.” He concentrated on the perfectly balanced spoon.

“You know me so well.”

“About as well as anybody.”

“Things would never be the same between us.”

He laid the spoon down. “They’re already different.” He glanced at her. “Am I right?”

Oh, yes. The blue eyes she’d always taken for granted now had hidden secrets, and she was already wondering how those eyes would look filled with passion. Passion for her. The thought made her body tighten and throb in ways that had nothing to do with friendship. “You’re right,” she said.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Anticipation leaped in her, making her shiver. “What about your dinner?”

“I wasn’t hungry to begin with. But if you want, we could have Janice box it up.”

“Let’s not bother. It won’t last in this heat.”

“Probably not.” Mac reached in his back pocket for his wallet. “We don’t need a bill. As long as we’ve been eating this Thursday-night special, we should know what it costs.”

“Right.” Tess opened her purse.

“Put your money away, Tess.”

She glanced at him. “But we always split the bill. I don’t want you to think that just because—”

“New game, new rules. You’re my date tonight, and dinner’s on me.”

The gesture thrilled her more than she was willing to admit. “Aren’t you taking this a little too literally?”

“Nope.” He slid out of the booth. “I would expect any man in my position to have the courtesy to buy you a meal.”

Her feminist conscience pricked her. “What, as some sort of barter arrangement?”

He took his hat from the hook at the end of the booth and settled it on his head. “No, as an expression of gratitude.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his gallantry. No wonder he’d had women falling at his feet. She’d never quite understood it, but then, he’d never turned the full force of his charm on her.

Janice ambled over toward them. “Leaving so soon?” She glanced at their plates in surprise. “Was something wrong with the meat loaf?”

“No,” Tess said. “We—”

“Goodness, you’re flushed.” Janice put her hand against Tess’s cheek. “You’re feeling feverish, child. I’ll bet you’re coming down with the flu.”

“I think she might be, too,” Mac said. “That’s why we decided to leave.”

“My Steve came down with the flu last week. You wouldn’t think a bug could survive in this heat, but it seems to be going around. Best thing to do is stay in bed.”

Tess felt her face heat, and she didn’t dare meet Mac’s gaze. “Right.”

“Look at you!” Janice exclaimed. “You’re burning up! Better get on home.”

“What’s wrong with Tess?” called Sam Donovan from his stool at the counter.

“Flu!” Janice called back.

“Flu?” asked Mabel Bellweather, popping up from the booth where she’d been sitting with her sister Florence. She hurried to Tess’s side. “Should I call your mother, honey? She’d want to know if you’ve come down with the flu.”