The Matchmaking Motor Coach Series, Book 3
Talent manager Alex Appleby needs Geoff McKenna's help. Her vicious client is threatening the reputation of Alex's television-star father if Alex can't convince her stepsister to go along with the client's demand. Alex turns to Geoff to make the case to her sister. Geoff has his own proposition for Alex.
Thus far, his case of multiple sclerosis has been mild, but he’s unsure of his future. When his girlfriend pushes for a stronger commitment, he enlists Alex as his new pretend love interest so his girlfriend will break things off. When they discover they actually are attracted to each other, they agree to keep things casual, since Alex is only in town briefly and Geoff isn’t interested in anything serious. But fate intervenes as their feelings deepen. Alex must decide whether to relocate to Iowa from LA, and Geoff must place faith in his future.
Page Count: 308
Word Count: 76595
Around a hundred miles, he turned onto I-29 to go north. He pulled off at the first exit and headed for a fast-food place. This had been fun. Best time he’d had in days. He sat back and slapped his thighs.
Alex returned an I-told-you-so look.
In response, without giving it further thought, he gripped her shoulders, brought her toward him, and kissed her.
“That was unexpected,” she said when he released her.
“For me, too. But not at all unpleasant.”
She remained only inches away, her breath grazing his face. Her eyes didn’t leave his. Without uttering a word, she invited him to return to the scene of the crime. So he did. Big time.
When she didn’t back away, he increased the pressure on her mouth, drew her closer, his arms encasing her, his right hand massaging her back. His left hand remained at her waist, awaiting its destination.
Though spontaneous—yeah, there’d been some kind of vibes going on since Pella, but it wasn’t like they’d been flirting or engaged in more serious sexual byplay—neither seemed shocked nor turned off by their actions. It was as if they’d both been waiting for some sign from the other since the day they first met.
When had he last made out in a car? Not since college. Maybe even high school. He’d forgotten how the intimacy of front seat lip-lock could give a guy such guilty pleasure. Could send his insides into overdrive, even in broad daylight.
Broad daylight. Right. Get control of yourself, man.
Alex beat him to the punch, shifted back in her seat. “Should I, uh, read anything more into it than a thank-you for having you drive?”
Hell if he knew what was behind it. The thought had hit him, and he acted on it. So why was he feeling so gobsmacked rather than just pleased? Gobsmacked? Had he ever used that term before? “Started out as pure joy. Turned into something else the second time,” he said.
“I’ll say. Got a name for that something else?”
“What do you want me to say? That I’ve got the hots for your body?”
One brow arched. “Do you?”
“Damned if I know. Don’t suppose you’d buy that I was just bored from being confined in this car?”
“If that’s what it was. I’m all for living in the moment, grabbing your pleasure as you can. But you’ll let me know if you decide there was more to it than that? A girl likes to be prepared for these onslaughts.”
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