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“Can’t go off half-cocked” He tucked her hand into his bigger one, pulling her out of the chair as electricity zapped up her arure out a plan”
Chapter Ten
“If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you”
—Dorothy Parker
Flames crackled in the screened fire pit built into the slate patio The earlier wind had died down to the occasional rustle of leaves across Tony’s expansive backyard surrounded by a six-foot-tall privacy fence Growing up in the city, she’d never had a yard of her own to play in However, sitting on a teakwood lounge chair wide enough for two and watching the stars begin to twinkle, she could iine how nice it would be for a kid to have this kind of space to run around and play in
Tony closed the grill, hanging a ridiculously huge spatula on a hook on its side He took a pull off his beer and settled onto the lounge chair next to her Their forearh the thin cotton of her sweater and pooling in the pit of her belly The relaxed ease brought on by their earlier steak-and-potato dinner fled her limbs, and her skin buzzed with anticipation
The breeze ruffled her skirt, inching it higher up her thighs An i her legs wide and his war their way north fro ant
“You keep sucking on your lip like that and I’ to be your boyfriend” Under his light tone, so
She practically spit her lip out of her mouth—if that was even possible—but it was too late A wanton flush reddened her olive skin, and everything froaze locked on the last pink hues of the sunset, she prayed he would assume the chilly wind had hardened her nipples
Or not…
He’d forget he was pretending…
“Would that be so wrong?” Oh God Where did that breathy voice co instead of fleeing to her room?
“Very wrong” He sprang up fro “There are rules”
To Sylvie, playing by the rules wasn’t just a cliché; it had beco the line she’d beco her fathers and nearly everyone else in her life that she’d regularly scuttled or adjusted her plans in order to ht turn out to be having to face reality…
It seeave a daht at Anya’s wedding—sos