“Do you believe in first sight?”
Grinning widely, Dana nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes,” Ethan rumbled. Hearing the humor in his tone, she closed her eyes, heart beating like the wings of a caged bird.
“You have to tell the truth,” Eddie reminded her.
Damn. “Yes,” she bit out, thrusting the jar to Ethan.
He withdrew a paper, his smile growing as he read it. “How would you describe your dream date?”
Though he read it to the group, it was aimed at Cassidy. Somehow the game had become just between them. Her breathing stopped. Her pulse raced. Her skin tingled. Answers came around the room, but as though from a distance. She licked her lips, knowing he waited for her. Beside her, Dana sat in rapt attention.
“It would be perfect,” she finally decided. “Perfect location, perfect food, perfect ambience and the perfect events.”
He smiled, his eyes hooded. “With the perfect partner.”
Another chill slithered up Cassidy’s spine. The room suddenly felt warm. “With no secrets between them.”
He slowly nodded. “With no secrets between them. And eventually, no clothes either.”
Who knew cold chills of excitement would make a body heat up so hot?
“I… I need to go outside a moment.” Lurching to her feet, she shot for the door. Bolting past the dancers weaving around the impromptu dance floor, she pushed the front door open. Gulping in breaths of fresh air, she leaned against a post on Steve’s porch, eying the moonlight and stars beyond.
“Are you all right?” Ethan’s warm hand landed on her shoulder and she flinched. “Fine. I just needed some air.” And to get away from the heated desire in your eyes.
Turning slowly, she steeled herself for that desire again. This time concern filled his eyes as he rested his hands lightly on her shoulders.
“If I made you uncomfortable, with anything I said or did, I’m sorry.”
Her heart splintered and she shook her head. “You didn’t.” How could he be responsible for her body’s reactions?
Music drifted out, surrounding them. Stars shone brightly, sparkling in his eyes. New emotions rained down around Cassidy, reminding her she’d been alone—and lonely—for too long.
She wet her lips and nodded. “Would you rather stay out here or go back inside? We could take a walk. Or join the next game they’re playing.”
He smiled, his teeth white in the moonlight. “I’d rather stay here and dirty dance alone with you.”
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My pleasure! It Happened in the Park sounds like a fun read – I am looking forward to it!
Thank you, Kathy, for hosting me today!