Time Out & Body Check. Jill Shalvis

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      The front door was opened but Kyle was nowhere to be seen, and neither was his car. Eyes narrowed, she followed a faint sound into her kitchen, where she found Mark leaning back against her counter, Zen-calm, every muscle relaxed…eating her cookies.

      * * *

      “NICE SKIRT YOU’RE almost wearing,” Mark said, and swallowed the last of his cookie. He brushed his fingers off, ignoring the death glare coming at him from the doorway. Rainey had changed out of the sexy jeans and into an even sexier short denim skirt, revealing perfectly toned legs that he wanted to nibble. He wanted to start at her toes and work his way up, up, up past her knees, past her thighs…to the heaven between them.

      Something she most definitely wasn’t ready to hear. “You’re good at cookies,” he said. “What else can you cook?”

      She crossed her arms, which plumped up her breasts, and he revisited his thought. He wanted to nibble her all over.

      Every single inch.

      “Where’s my date, Mark?”

      He popped another cookie. “Funny thing about that.”

      Her eyes darkened, and she leaned against the doorway, arms still crossed as if maybe she didn’t trust herself to come any further into the kitchen. He didn’t know if that was because she wanted to kill him, or kiss him again.

      He thought it was probably a good bet that it was the former. When he reached for yet another cookie, she let out a sound of sheer temper and stalked across the room to snatch the plate away from him. “Those are mine.”

      Mark was aware that he was known for always being in control, for having a long fuse and rarely losing it, for being notoriously tight with his emotions. Rarely did he find himself in a situation where he wasn’t perfectly at ease and didn’t know exactly what he wanted the outcome to be.

      But he was right now. He had no idea what the hell he was doing here.

      None.

      “Your date had to leave,” he said. “Unexpectedly.”

      “Uh-huh. What did you do to him?”

      In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn’t gotten the memo. “Nothing.”

      Earlier, in the storage closet at the rec center, he’d stalked her, pressed her against the door. She did the same to him now, but this time her grip on his shirt wasn’t passion. “Tell me, Mark.”

      The sound of his name on her tongue did something to him, something it shouldn’t. “He waxes.”

      “What?”

      “He waxes his body hair,” he said.

      She blinked. Paused. “And how did you get close enough to notice that?”

      “I wasn’t that close, I have excellent vision. He didn’t have any hair on his arms.”

      “He’s a swimmer. So he waxes, so what?”

      Yeah, genius, so what? “He had a look in his eye. He was up to no good.”

      She gaped at him. “Tell me, was it like staring in a mirror?”

      Well, maybe a little. But Mark had taken one look at the guy and seen a player. He’d asked the asshole what his plans were. Kyle had seemed amused by the question but had answered readily enough—candlelit dinner, dancing, capped off with a canyon drive to stargaze….

      Bullshit the guy wanted to stargaze. No guy wanted to stargaze. Kyle wanted to get laid. In fact, Mark would bet his million-dollar bonus that the guy had a string of condoms at the ready. “I didn’t like him.”

      “You didn’t like him,” Rainey repeated. “And I should care, why?”

      “I’m an excellent judge of character.”

      She made a sound of disgust. “The last time you scared one of my dates off, I told you to never interfere in my life again.”

      He grabbed her as she went to pass by him. “The last time I scared off your date, it was because you were about six inches away from being raped.”

      She jerked as if he’d hit her, reminding him of one fact—they’d never talked about that night, about what had happened when he’d finally caught up with her.

      Never.

      And apparently they weren’t going to do it now either, because she shoved at him hard and he let her go. She turned to her kitchen window, not moving, not speaking, just staring out at the backyard, her eyes clouded with bad memories.

      Feeling lower than pond scum, he sighed. “Rainey—”

      “Why are you here, Mark?”

      “I…” He had no idea.

      She turned to face him. “I agreed to go out with Kyle tonight because I’m looking for something. Someone. Or at least I think I am. I’m…not lonely, that’s not the right word. I love my life. But I want someone in it. It’s been a while for me and I’m ready. I want to be in a relationship.”

      His gut hurt, and he had no idea why.

      Her mouth curved, though the smile didn’t meet her lips. “And I’m guessing by the panic on your face that a relationship is the last thing you’re looking for.”

      He wasn’t showing panic. He never showed panic.

      “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I made up the panic. God forbid you show an emotion.”

      “You think I don’t have emotions?”

      “I think you’re miserly with them.” She gave a faint smile. “But I do sense the slightest elevation in your blood pressure.”

      Now he rolled his eyes and she let out a low laugh. “Listen, I can’t be like you, Mark, that’s all. I’m not tough and cool as ice in any situation. That’s not me. I want someone to care about me, someone who wants to be with me. Now I’m all dressed up with none of that in sight at the moment, so unless you want to be witness to something as messy as an uncontrolled emotion, you need to go.”

      “I would,” he said quietly. “But—”

      “But what?”

      “I don’t want to.”

      At that, she dropped her head between her shoulders and let out a sound that was either another laugh or something far too close to tears for his own comfort. “Mark, you know what broke up our friendship.”

      “Yes, you kicked me out of your life.”

      She sighed. “I didn’t kick you out of my life. You left to go coach in Ontario, and I…”

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