anything that over-the-top, he said instead, “I think you and I need to come to an understanding.”
“What kind of understanding?”
“Several actually, but let’s start with exclusivity.”
Uncertain, she slicked her tongue over her bottom lip. “So...you won’t be seeing anyone but me?”
Hell, since meeting her no other woman had appealed anyway. “And vice versa.”
Her chin lifted. “For how long?”
She’d come around in one hell of a mood. His jaw ticked, but he wasn’t about to say how much it mattered to him. “As long as it lasts.”
Looking like that answer bothered her, she deflated, closing her arms around herself and putting her head back on the seat. “Cannon insisted I have the numbers. I live with Rissy and you know how he is.” She lifted a hand, flapped the air. “Two women, all alone. He wants me able to reach him—or one of you—if anything happens.”
Yeah, that made sense. And now, seeing her so closed off, he felt like a damned bully. He tugged on a lock of her hair. “If there ever is reason to make that call, call me first.”
She flashed him a weary smile. “Funny, but Cannon insisted the same thing.”
Denver held silent. Cannon had rights that he didn’t have—yet.
Saving him from coming up with a reply, Cherry put a hand to her stomach. “You know, I think I’m actually a little hungry.”
A good sign. “Perfect timing, since we’re at a quickie mart.”
She looked down at her bare feet, touched her mussed hair. “I’ll need my sandals.”
“I can run in for you.”
Relief showed, though she tried to hide it. “You wouldn’t mind?”
How could he not kiss her? Drawing her close, he touched his mouth to the bridge of her nose. It wasn’t enough. Not even close. Soon as she was well, he planned to taste her again. All over. “Glad to do it. What would you like?”
“Maybe...pretzels? And a cola?”
It’d be better if he let her eat before grilling her more. He should have talked with her about her damned relatives instead of the phone book anyway. “You got a call from Merissa while you were sleeping. Why don’t you text her back while I’m in the store. And Cherry? Stay in the car with the doors locked, okay?”
Busy digging out her phone, she said, “I don’t suppose you’d let me pay—”
“No.” He caught her chin and turned her face toward his. “I’m serious, girl. Promise me you’ll stay in the car, doors locked.”
Confusion tweaked her brows, but she nodded. “All right.”
“I’ll only be a minute.” He took the keys with him, pressed the automatic door locks, and closed the door behind him.
There were only a few teenagers in the lot, an older man walking with a cane and a mother with two kids. Still, he rushed through buying her things and was back out to the car in under three minutes.
With the phone to her ear, Cherry smiled and nodded, but when she saw him, she hastily ended the call.
As he got in, he asked, “Merissa?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Something in the way she acted, avoiding his gaze, her cheeks flushed, got his attention. “You told her you were sick?”
“Yup.”
“Cherry.” When she looked up, he cocked his head. “What else did you talk about?”
A darker rush of color stained her cheeks, but it wasn’t from fever this time. “She, um, wanted details.”
“About?” Able to guess and entertained by it, Denver opened her cola and handed it to her. “Us?”
In a rush she said, “Everyone knows I’ve been hung up on you forever.”
Hung up on him, so not just looking for some fun? Nice. And if true, it gave him plenty to think about.
She gulped, and her voice faded. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“You don’t want me to know you care about me?”
Making a rude sound, she asked, “How could you not know? I’ve been so obvious.”
True, but he hadn’t realized anyone else was paying that much attention—especially with the easy way she teased with every man who got near her. “Others picked up on it?”
Nodding, she shifted nervously. “Rissy said I should stop chasing you so hard. She said I made it too easy for you.”
“Rissy was wrong.” His feelings for her had never been easy. Had Merissa warned her off flirting with other men, as well? Or had he been singled out?
Confused, she chewed her lower lip. “She and Vanity both told me I should accept a few other dates.”
Jesus, he hated the games some women played. “Other guys asked you out?”
“Well...” She looked at him like he was nuts. “Yeah.”
Of course they had. He knew how badly he’d wanted her, so it stood to reason other men reacted to her the same way.
Her smile flickered and she teased him, saying, “You know, Denver, I don’t always look like this.”
No, she usually looked hot as hell. “First, you don’t look bad, so stop saying that. Actually, if you were up to it, I’d be all over you right now.”
She blinked in surprise. “You would?”
He let his attention drift over her face, her throat, her body. “You look soft and mellow and extremely fuckable.”
“Oh.”
“Second, these other guys sniffing around—you refused them?”
“After meeting you, why would I want anyone else?” The second she said it, her eyes widened and she fell back in her seat with a dramatic groan. Given her thin, raspy voice, that groan held a lot of effect. “I probably shouldn’t have said that to you, either.”
By the second his mood improved. “You can say whatever you want to me.”
Her disbelieving laugh turned to a cough.
Denver waited until she’d caught her breath again. “Merissa and Vanity are wrong, okay? Just be honest with me, always, and things will work out better.”
She didn’t look convinced, but she agreed with a nod anyway.
“So, what’d you tell Rissy about us?”
Her gaze skittered away and she cleared her throat.
“Come on, Cherry.” Despite himself, he felt his mouth quirking. “What details did you share?”
Lacing her fingers together and again looking at her feet, she muttered, “Only that you’re amazing.”
Nice. But not for a second did he think that covered it all. “And?”
She lifted her shoulders, looked out the window. “That you’re—” she toyed with her hair, took time for a big swig of cola, and finally muttered low “—even bigger than we’d imagined.”
“What’s that?” Pretending he hadn’t heard her, Denver hitched a brow.
Wincing, she faced him again and said in a rush, “You said I could brag to my girlfriends, and Rissy is my best friend. She knew I wanted you forever and that you’d been dodging me and—”
“Slow down before you get yourself coughing