Turn Up The Heat. Victoria Dahl

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СКАЧАТЬ being honest. What red-blooded guy wouldn’t be drawn to the idea of a woman who looks like she does but is still untouched?”

      “Who says she’s untouched?” The croak was back in his voice, but he pretended not to hear it. “There’re all sorts of things to do that could leave a woman a technical virgin but not really inexperienced.” And thinking about those things wouldn’t help to cool his engines.

      Merrily returned. She set the drinks down and pulled out a notepad and pen from her apron pocket.

      And damn it, even that rumpled apron seemed somehow sexy, which was absurd given it was plain old sturdy white cotton.

      “What’s it gonna be, guys?”

      God, such a loaded question.

      Jesse, obviously enjoying his predicament, looked at Brick and waited for him to order.

      Without touching the menu, Brick said, “Burger, loaded. Fries. And some hot sauce, please.”

      Her dimples appeared. “I should have known. That’s a regular order for you. Maybe I can start using that old clichéd line.”

      The things her smile did to him... “What line is that?”

      She struck a pose, then asked, “The usual?”

      “Ah.” She was so cute. “Could be. I’ve been eating here forever, but you’ve worked here for...what? A month now?”

      “Just about.”

      He already knew that, of course. Hell, he could tell her how many days, and if he thought about it, probably how many hours. He’d been a little obsessed since the first day he saw her, and once he heard that virgin business, he’d been lost. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

      Jesse kicked him under the table. Yeah, that was pretty lame, deserving of a kick.

      But she didn’t seem to notice. “I like it here. Everyone is so nice. And they’ve been great about working with me on my hours.”

      This was the first time she’d deliberately lingered to talk and Brick wanted to take advantage of it. “Meaning?”

      She was always there for lunch but barely for the start of the dinner crowd and almost never for breakfast.

      “I have classes.” The smile widened. “I’m going to be a physical therapist—that is, if I ever get done. It’s been slow going so far.”

      “Yeah?” His elbows on the booth top, absurdly charmed for no apparent reason, Brick leaned forward. “Why the delay?”

      “I relocated, and that threw me off for a while, getting settled in and everything. It wasn’t easy finding a place that’d take my pets. And the pets, of course, take up some of my time.”

      “Pets, plural?” So she was an animal lover, too? Nice.

      “Two dogs and three cats.”

      He liked animals, so that didn’t faze him. “A regular menagerie.”

      She laughed, and it was like getting French-kissed by a really hot chick.

      “They have very different personalities, and I love them all. They’ve gotten me through some rough times.” Suddenly catching herself, she shook her head—still smiling—and turned to Jesse. “I’m sorry for going on and on. What can I get you?”

      As if waking up, Jesse said, “Hmm? Oh. I’ll take a BLT and chips, and throw some pickles on the side, will you?”

      “You’ve got it. I’ll get this right out to you.”

      Off she went, with Brick staring after her...until Jesse grabbed his heart and feigned a swoon.

      Damn it, it rankled that Jesse had reason to harass him. “Go screw yourself.”

      Jesse laughed. “You look like a lovesick pup! What the hell, Brick? Mooning over her? Hanging on her every word? I half expected you to slide out of your seat and onto your knees before her.”

      “I repeat, go screw yourself.” But he knew it was true. Even now he had to consciously fight the urge to track her every movement in the restaurant. He didn’t do things like that. He didn’t get all hung up on a woman. Ever.

      Not even a hot little virgin.

      And that reminded him... “So where did you hear that virgin stuff?”

      With a knowing smile, Jesse shrugged. “I overheard some of the other waitresses talking, and one of them said she heard it from a past boyfriend of hers.”

      “Probably jealous,” Brick muttered.

      “Probably,” Jesse agreed. “She’s getting more than her fair share of attention.”

      Something he’d already noticed—and didn’t like. “Tips, too.” In the small town where they all lived and worked, everyone knew everyone. Brick ran the family-owned hardware store, and Jesse was a carpenter with his own shop. Brick’s brother, Evan, worked for the elementary school as a gym teacher, and Evan’s wife, Cinder, was a nurse.

      Most days, Brick and Jesse met for lunch at the diner because it was just across the street from Brick’s store. It served good, homemade food, it was affordable, and it catered to locals by celebrating high school sports and supporting the other businesses.

      When Ms. Merrily Loveland started working at the restaurant, everyone noticed, especially everyone male—and the gossip started.

      “Where did you hear it?” Jesse asked.

      “Couple of bozos came in a few weeks ago to buy paint. One guy said he’d asked her out and was turned down flat. The other said he used to live in the same town with her back in college, only a couple of hours from here.”

      “Same with the waitress.” Jesse shrugged. “I think maybe they were in college at the same time.”

      “One of the guys claimed she used to be engaged, but when she wouldn’t give it up, the guy left her.”

      “And told everyone about it?” Jesse snorted. “What an ass.”

      “Yeah.” Brick took a big drink of his cola. “The talk went downhill from there.” He wouldn’t repeat it all because it hadn’t been kind, but there’d been insults claiming her to be cold, asexual, even deliberately manipulative, as if she used her innocence as a tool.

      “And you didn’t throw them both out? Huh. Good for you, Brick.” Jesse reached across the booth to slap his shoulder. “I mean, I can see you’re pissed about it, so the fact that you actually kept your temper in check—”

      As Merrily returned to them, Brick gave a quick shake of his head. But not in time.

      While setting their food on the table, she teased, “You have a temper? No way. You’re always so nice.”

      “He would never show that temper to you,” Jesse assured СКАЧАТЬ