It Started at Christmas...
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“You have yourself a deal, McKenzie,” he said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled his seat belt. “I’ll run with you. When’s your next race?”
“I just did a half marathon on Saturday morning.” She thought over her schedule a moment. “I’m signed up for one on New Year’s Day morning. You should be able to still get signed up. It’s a local charity run so the guidelines aren’t strict.”
“Length?”
“It’s not a real long one, just a five-kilometer. Think you can do that?” she challenged. He was fit, but being fit didn’t mean one could run. She’d learned that with a few friends who’d wanted to go with her. They’d been exercise queens, but not so much into running. McKenzie was the opposite. She was way too uncoordinated to do dancing, or anything that required group coordination, but she was a boss when it came to running.
His lips twitched with obvious amusement at her challenge. “You don’t have the exclusive on running, you know.”
“I’ve never seen you out running,” she pointed out.
“You’ve never seen me take a shower either, but I promise you I do so on a regular basis.”
Lance. In the shower. Naked. Water sluicing over his body. She gulped. Not an image she wanted in her head. “Probably all cold ones.”
Maybe she needed a cold one to douse the images of him in the shower because her imagination was going hot, hot, hot.
He chuckled. “Only lately.”
That got her attention. “You’re taking cold showers because of me?”
“What do you think?”
“That we shouldn’t be having this conversation.” She stared at him, unable to help asking again. “I’m really why you need to take cold showers lately?”
He grinned. “I was only teasing, McKenzie. I haven’t taken a cold shower in years.”
“That I believe.”
“But not that I might be rejected and need cold water?”
“I doubt you’re rejected often.”
“Rarely, but it does happen from time to time.”
“Is that why you’re here with me?”
“Because you rejected me?” He shook his head. “I’m here with you because you were smart enough to say yes to getting frozen yogurt with me.”
“And real food,” she reminded him as he put his car into reverse. “Don’t forget you have to feed me real food before plying me with dessert.”
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McKenzie closed her mouth around her spoonful of frozen birthday-cake yogurt and slowly pulled the utensil from her mouth, leaving behind some of the cold, creamy substance.
“Good?”
Her gaze cut to the man sitting across the small round table from her. “What do you think?”
“That watching you eat frozen yogurt should come with a black-label warning.”
“Am I dangerous to your health?”
“Just my peace of mind.”
McKenzie’s lips twitched. “That makes us even.”
They’d gone to a local steak house and McKenzie had gotten grilled chicken, broccoli and a side salad. She’d been so full when they’d left the restaurant that if not for Lance’s insistence that they do their part to support the Toys for Tots, she’d have begged off dessert. She’d been happy to discover the old adage about there always being room for ice cream had held true for frozen yogurt. She was enjoying the cold goodness.