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.”A meal together would be a good start.“Okay.Next Friday.Supper.That would be nice.”He picked up his briefcase.“Let me walk you to your car.It’s already late.”They walked slowly, as if neither was in a hurry to leave.She kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye and was surprised to find that he kept looking at her, that same puzzled expression in his eyes she’d noticed earlier.When they reached the front doors of the building, he paused, his hand on the bar that opened the door.“Can I ask you a personal question?”She swallowed.“I guess.”“Are you, um, seeing anyone?”“Seeing anyone?” As in, a doctor? Or a psychiatrist.Oh, God, did he think she needed professional help?“Are you dating anyone? I know it’s none of my business, but—”“No.I mean no, I’m not dating anyone.” Are you? But she couldn’t bring herself to ask that.He nodded and opened the door and held it for her.She walked past him, scarcely breathing.Did he have a particular reason for wanting to know if she was dating anyone? Was he—maybe-going to ask her out himself?“Isn’t that Taylor Reed’s car over there?”She blinked at the sudden shift in the conversation and followed his gaze to the familiar Honda Civic.“That is Taylor’s car.” She frowned.“What’s she doing up here this time of night?”About that time, Taylor herself appeared, walking across the parking lot with a tall, handsome man.The closer they got, the more…disheveled they looked.The man’s shirt was untucked and…was Taylor’s hair wet?“We’d better find out what’s going on,” Clay said.He took her arm and tugged her across the lot, toward her friend and the mysterious handsome stranger.TAYLOR DIDN’T PROTEST when Dylan put his arm around her.No one was here to see them and, besides, it felt too good in his arms.She told herself she should enjoy this while she could.“I’ve been thinking,” he said.“Oh?” She glanced up at him, suddenly wary.Had he been thinking about them? Was he about to say something about his feelings for her or the things they’d been doing? She didn’t want to hear anything that would take them out of the fantasy world they’d re-created, into a more treacherous territory of feelings and emotions and consequences for the future.“I’ve been thinking, too,” she hastened to add.“About your running for school board.I definitely think you should do it.”“Really?” He looked down at her.“Why do you say that?”“You were so good with the kids tonight.I know you’d keep their best interests in mind and that’s exactly the kind of person who ought to be on the school board.”He nodded, his expression thoughtful.“I’m supposed to give my backers a decision tomorrow.”“What will you tell them?”He grinned.“If you think I’d do a good job, then I think I’ll tell them yes.” He patted her shoulder.“Your opinion means a lot to me, you know.”There he went, talking about feelings again.Feelings she wasn’t ready to explore.She searched her mind for another distraction, but one was provided as they turned the corner of the building.She was surprised to see several cars still in the lot.“Is something going on here tonight?” he asked.She shook her head.“Not that I know of.But it could be some group or other meeting.”She straightened and moved out of his arms and said a silent prayer that no one would come along and see them like this.She thought her prayer had been granted when they stopped beside her car and she took out her keys.“Good night,” she told Dylan and started to unlock her door.“Good night.” He touched her arm, stopping her and making her look up at him.“And thanks.For everything.” He grinned.“For inviting me to meet the kids and for the shower.”She felt herself blushing.“Thank you, too.” She couldn’t stop looking at him and she couldn’t stop smiling.She felt seventeen again, her insides turned to warm applesauce by his mere presence [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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