He's All That. Debbi Rawlins

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      “For me?” he asked Tori, glancing at the glass she held and giving her one of his lady-killer grins.

      She handed him the drink. “I’m Tori.”

      “Hector.”

      She smiled politely and then turned back to Jake. “I know you’re busy right now. I thought maybe we could meet for a drink later.”

      Totally floored, he stood there, unable to think of a damn thing to say.

      Uncertainty flickered in her face and then she gave a throaty laugh. “Unless you have a wife and a dozen kids waiting for you at home.”

      Hector laughed. “Jake?”

      He gave his friend a warning look. Bad enough she’d taken him by surprise. He didn’t need any commentary from Hector. “You can spread the fertilizer now. Start with the pink roses along the path to the pool.”

      “Sure, boss.” Hector gave Tori a parting look before setting the glass aside and heaving the bag of fertilizer over his shoulder.

      Jake waited until he was out of earshot and asked, “What time?”

      “I’m flexible. Whenever you’re done here?”

      He looked at his watch. “In about three hours.”

      “Great.” Her lips curved in a sexy smile that made him second-guess his decision. Getting mixed up with a Whitford was begging for trouble.

      “Where?”

      She glanced toward the house, pristine white and stately against all the lush green oak and magnolia trees. “How about Mustang Sally’s? I assume the place is still there.”

      Her suggestion surprised him. The bar wasn’t a place he figured she even knew about much less patronized. And then he got it. She didn’t want to be seen with him by anyone she knew.

      Amazingly he didn’t feel the old anger he would have as a kid. The idea pissed him off but it amused him, too. Hell, he wasn’t the one looking for trouble. She was.

      TORI GOT TO THE BAR a little early. She sat in the parking lot, listening to a classical CD, her sporty BMW lost in the myriad of huge pickup trucks that filled the lot. She hoped the bar wasn’t too noisy so that they could at least talk. Or maybe they shouldn’t. Maybe she should hang on to the fantasy of him she’d created in her mind. The one where he obeyed her every command and wanted nothing in return. Right. She’d been surprised enough to discover that his eyes were brown and not blue. Not just brown, actually, but an incredible whiskey-brown, brimming with an intensity that made her fantasies feel tame.

      Summers spent gazing out her window, waiting for a glimpse of him, had spawned some juicy stories in her head. Like the time she’d imagined that he climbed the trellis outside her bedroom window and sneaked into her bed. What he’d actually done to her was a little fuzzy at the time since she’d only been about fourteen and rather sheltered, but she remembered he’d been gentle yet demanding, and the coaxing way he’d kissed her, touched her breasts…

      Damn, but she wished she’d kept a journal. It would be fun to read now but she’d been too chicken to produce any evidence her mother could find.

      A knock on her car window made her jump. She looked into Jake’s sexy brown eyes, and then turned the key in the ignition, shutting off the CD and air-conditioning. She grabbed her purse and opened the door. He’d straightened and stepped back, the fly of his faded jeans hitting her eye-level. It looked like that particular fantasy wasn’t far off base.

      She got out and followed him across the parking lot and into the bar. Most of the tables were already taken, and all the places at the bar.

      “Let’s try back here,” Jake said and led the way past a pair of crowded pool tables and a couple arguing over a game of darts.

      In the far corner, it looked as if someone had recently abandoned a table, judging by the empty bottle of beer and the two dollar bills left behind.

      “How about over there?” she asked, and moved to claim it before getting an answer.

      It was perfect—as far away from the country and western music and the dart players’ cursing as they could get. They sat across from one another and a waitress promptly appeared to claim her tip.

      She removed the empty bottle, swiped a cursory rag across the top of the table. “What can I get y’all?”

      “What have you got on tap?” Tori asked and caught the surprised look Jake gave her.

      The waitress named three beers and Tori ordered a Corona.

      “Make that two,” Jake said, his eyes staying on Tori as the cute blond waitress walked away.

      “What?” she finally asked him when he wouldn’t look away.

      “You always drink beer?”

      “No, sometimes I drink wine. I picked up the beer habit in college. Much to my mother’s delight.” Now, why had she added that tidbit? She sighed to herself. Obviously Freudian.

      “I bet.”

      “I’m twenty-six. Anything she doesn’t like about me, it’s time she got over it.”

      Jake smiled. “You’ve been away at school all this time?”

      “Just about. Four years of undergraduate studies, then one year of graduate school. I took a year off to go to Europe, then went back to school and finished my MBA.”

      “You don’t look like an MBA.”

      She laughed. “Thank you. I’ll definitely take that as a compliment.”

      “Your parents must be pleased.”

      Something in the tone of his voice made her uneasy. But she didn’t know him well, so she wouldn’t judge. Not yet. “Yeah, right,” she answered. “They about had cardiac arrests when I told them I wanted to take a year off. They threatened to cut me off and not pay for my last year’s tuition.”

      “You didn’t back down?”

      “No way. I told them I was tired of school anyway.” She leaned back to let the waitress set their beers on the table. When they made eye contact again, he had the most peculiar look on his face.

      He smiled. “I take it they gave in.”

      “After a mega lecture, but yes.” She picked up her beer and took a sip. She hadn’t expected to be so nervous. Of course she wasn’t in the habit of picking up guys. What if he turned her down? She took another sip, realized he was watching her and asked, “What about you?”

      He shrugged. “Still in the landscaping business, as you can see.”

      “Have you been here in Houston the whole time?”

      “Do you mean, did I go away to school?”

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