Page 30 of The Perfect Deception
Flipping his hand, he grasped hers and kissed it.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“And you were avoiding something?”
How the hell could she know that? “My father said some things…” He stopped.
“…that upset you.” She finished his sentence and he smiled.
“That obvious?”
She nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head. Never. “Maybe some other time.”
She ran her hand through his hair. The touch of her fingers against his scalp was sending shards of electricity down to his toes.
With a sigh, he put the car into drive.
Outside of her apartment, he turned to her.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.”
“If you want to talk, just call.”
He leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the mouth. He wanted more than “talk,” much more, but he’d already moved too fast. With Dina, he needed to move slowly.
Three days later, and Dina could still feel the imprint of Adam’s kiss on her lips. She shivered at the little jolts of electricity running through her body at the memory of his touch. When she closed her eyes, she could smell his scent.
This was ridiculous.
Adam didn’t date women like her. His father had said as much. She suspected he dated tall, thin, and gorgeous. No matter how kind and considerate he was to her, the only reason he was dating her was to help him with his father. Even if his kisses made her toes curl.
As she sat at her computer, she had to stop thinking about the way the sound of his voice made her stomach vibrate and focus on the “little-boy-lost” look caused by whatever his father had said to him.
“Are you ready?”
Dina jumped as Tracy’s voice sounded behind her and she swung her chair around. “Ready for what?”
Tracy rolled her eyes. “OMG, you can’t possibly have forgotten we’re going shopping for your reunion dress now, can you?”
Crap. “No, of course not. I was just preoccupied.”
Tracy grabbed Dina’s arm and practically dragged her out of the office and out into the sunshine, where Dina simultaneously squinted and rubbed her arm.
A dull throbbing started behind her eyes. “You know, I have perfectly fine dresses at home.”
Tracy shook her head and kept walking. “How old are they?”
With a shrug, Dina trotted after Tracy, who personified a heat-seeking missile as she race-walked down the crowded midday sidewalk. She watched, mortified, as three random businessmen and two mothers with strollers rushed out of the way and glared at Tracy’s back as she plowed through them.
Mouthing “I’m sorry,” Dina caught up with her friend outside a small dress boutique. After seeing the scantily clad window mannequins, she opened her mouth to suggest they try a different store, but Tracy had already disappeared inside.
The bell hanging over the door jingled, drowning out the saleswoman’s words to Tracy.
Tracy gave a broad smile and turned toward Dina. “You can help her find a dress for her reunion.”
The rail-thin Goth girl nodded. “High school or college?”