opened his mouth as if to say something, closed it, then practically grabbed the bowl from her.
“I’ll get us some fresh ice cream.” He looked over at the plate, a corner of his mouth turning up in a crooked grin. “I see you did a number on the cookies. I guess we need to put out the rest of them. Then I’ll pop in another video.”
Ice cream. Cookies. Video.
Okay. She made herself move, one foot in front of the other as she walked toward the kitchen. Was he playing some kind of game? One minute he looked like he wanted to lick every inch of her naked body. The next he was treating her as if nothing had happened between them. And damn it! Something had happened. Now that she’d decided she wanted it to happen again she was having trouble waiting for him to make the next move.
She certainly wasn’t about to throw herself at him. She’d watched women do that for years. No, whatever happened she was going to wait for him to take the lead. But she’d certainly be a willing participant.
She just had to keep her emotions under control. No way could she let Joe be aware of her real feelings for him. Ever. She’d never let him know she’d been in love with him all these years.
Love. Crap.
Yes, Shay. You’re in love with him. It’s your little secret, and it’s going to stay that way.
Because she knew it was pointless. He’d never see her as a woman, never have those feelings for her. It was easier just to be at odds with him. Then she’d never get hurt. Everything she’d ruthlessly suppressed over the years, that she buried behind a snarky attitude whenever she was with him, had just boiled over last night and now here she was.
God. Make up your mind, Shay. Bring it up, don’t bring it up, but quit driving yourself crazy.
For one fleeting moment she’d thought, from the look in his eyes, he might feel the same way. Yeah, right. Joe might be in lust with her, but that’s all it would ever be. Of course, she could always tell him she thought he’d turned into Joe Montana.
Yeah, right.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Why did life have to be so friggin’ complicated?
“Cookies?”
Joe’s voice nudged her into awareness. “Oh, yeah. Cookies. Coming right up.”
At least, she thought, it seemed like they were going to be friends instead of adversaries. Maybe she could get through his stay without letting her real feelings show, as long as he wasn’t here for too long. She was strong. She could handle it. As she plated the rest of the cookies, she swallowed a sigh. Maybe she should have stayed in New York after all.
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