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it was alongside his.
Evan knew he probably shouldn t be this close to her, shouldn t be stroking her thigh right above
her knee, but it felt so natural, the expression on her face triggering his response. That was the way
she d always looked at him, like he was the only person in the room, and while he knew he didn t
have the right to still touch her, it felt like he should.
Don t beat yourself up about this or anything else. We were kids. It was overdramatic and dumb.
Just remember that I loved you.
The minute those words left his mouth, Evan suddenly realized that he needed to get the hell out of
there. Needed to put distance between himself and her dewy pink lips, her cleavage, which had
matured in the last ten years, and her tender, lust-laced eyes.
Especially when she said in a breathy voice, Oh, I loved you, too.
That wide gaze, the warmth of her body, the sexual tension in her voice had him leaping off his bar
stool. Time to go before he said or did something totally and completely stupid.
That s probably a good place to leave this, Kendall, before we manage to find a way to irritate
each other again. I should go. Thanks for coming out. I m really damn glad you did. Evan pulled out
his wallet and dropped some cash on the bar.
I m glad I did, too, but I don t think you should drive home, Evan. You have had quite a few
drinks.
He wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. I ll call a cab. He sucked down the last of his water
and pulled out his phone. I ll just look up the number.
I can give you a ride. I only had one beer.
Damn it. Evan gripped his phone hard and fought temptation. It was the polite thing for her to say,
right? It didn t mean anything at all. Nothing suggestive or sexual or anything beyond casual
friendship. Just that she didn t want him to die or get cited with a DUI. She d offer any idiot she knew
a ride, including this idiot.
It s not a big deal. It wasn t. He needed to not make it one. Punching buttons on his phone, he
tried to focus on finding the cab company s number.
Don t be stupid. I m giving you a ride. Kendall stood up, grabbing her purse off the bar. I just
need to pay for my drink.
Evan paused and gave her an incredulous look. I already paid for your drink. And I guess you
calling me stupid means that little moment we had a minute ago has passed. I didn t get out of here fast
enough before the good feelings went to hell.
Well, you are being stupid. It s way easier for me to give you a ride than for you to sit around
waiting for a cab. And the reason the moment passed is because you decided to bolt.
Bolt? She thought he was capable of bolting? That was a surefire way to put his back up. You
calling me chicken?
I think we re both chicken. That s why we wound up not together in the first place.
Evan drew himself up to his full height and looked down at the little spitfire in front of him. I
don t back down from anything. On the track or off.
Oh, yeah? Then let me drive you home.
She had crossed her arms on her chest and tilted her chin to meet his gaze defiantly, and Evan knew
precisely what he was going to do. I will if you give me a kiss.
Her mouth dropped open. I don t think so!
Evan fought the urge to smile in triumph. Chicken.
I m not chicken on or off the track, either.
Then kiss me. He had her neatly cornered and felt damn smug about it.
She, on the other hand, looked furious. I could just let you get a cab after all, you know.
But you won t because that would be like letting me win.
Kendall stood silent for a second, clearly weighing her options. Then she nodded. Okay, if that s
the way you re going to be. I admit that I can t let you finish something I started. It s a character
flaw.
Evan grinned. One I m about to enjoy.
Kissing Kendall was like playing with matches and a big old vat of moonshine, but he was the first
to admit he wasn t exactly known for slow and logical. He was the poster child for speaking without
thinking.
Her arms were still crossed and she did all but purse her lips as she stood there waiting. Evan
tossed his phone onto the bar, and took his time moving in closer to her, studying her jawline, her pert
nose, her luscious lips, her rich amber eyes watching him nervously. It pleased him to think that he
could make her nervous, that the thought of a kiss just might have her insides twisting the way his
were. When he lifted his hand to her face, she jerked a little, her backside bumping up against the bar.
What are you doing? she asked.
Touching you, he murmured as he cupped her cheek and leaned down over her.
The palm of his hand slid against the smoothness of her skin, while his fingers tangled into her hair,
his lips drawing closer and closer to hers. Evan had positioned himself one leg on either side of hers
so she was surrounded by him, a small but sexy nod to submission.
Just get it over
Cutting Kendall off with his lips, Evan stifled the rest of her sentence, with the only goal making
her forget to want any kiss with him to end. But the second his lips touched hers, he forgot whatever it
was he was trying to prove. The second his mouth caressed hers, it was like he was nineteen all over
again, hot and flushed and excited and in love. His mouth remembered Kendall, even after a decade,
and he knew exactly how to tilt and touch her.
Desire shot through his body, aching shot through his heart, understanding shot through his mind.
Gripping his hand in her hair tighter, Evan pulled her closer to him, pressing her chest against his as
she opened her lips and surrendered to his kiss. What started out as one soft press of his lips to hers
turned into a series of long, delicious, demanding kisses, his tongue slipping inside to taste her.
Past and present collided, sensory memories assaulting him, yet the desire was very much real and
now, the tension between them new, their touch wary and mature instead of reckless and fumbling.
She moaned, a breathy little sigh against his lips, and Evan followed suit when she dropped her
belligerent stance and threw her arms around his neck.
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