Waking the Witch (Otherworld 11)

"I had a good time tonight," he said.

"So did I. You aren't nearly as boring as you look."

His laugh rang through the empty lot. "God, you are honest." His hand slid around my waist, pulling me to him. I backpedaled away.

"Kissing? On a first date?" I said. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

He grinned and tried again, but I danced out of his reach.

"Second date," I said. "And only if you let me drive your car again."

"Without a license?"

"Ah, such a moral dilemma." I unlocked my motel room door. "Call me tomorrow night if you've made up your mind."

"I don't think it'll take that long."

"Mmm, it might. Better wait until then. See if you're still interested."

I slid inside and closed the door before he could say more.

I stood there, fingers on the chain. I'd had a good time, too. Not a rock-my-world date, but a really nice one.

As I got older, I dated less, and I'd thought I was just slowing down, getting ready for that big moment when Adam would notice me, but after I realized that wasn't happening, I just kept slowing down.

In some ways, it was like mourning after a bad breakup. I needed to get back in the game, and Michael would have been a nice place to start. Too bad he'd never call for that second date.

"Now that's a dress," said a voice behind me. "He let you get away that easily? What's wrong with the guy?"

I spun to see Jesse stretched out in the armchair, file on his lap.

"Good thing I didn't invite him in," I said.

"Why would you do that? It was business, wasn't it?"

"I can multitask."

He laughed.

"You seem to have a talent for getting into places you aren't supposed to be," I said, kicking off my heels.

"You did read my record, right?"

"It's juvie. Sealed."

He arched his brows. "What kind of detective are you? Break and enter, as you probably guessed. Two years in juvenile detention, where the only thing I learned was how not to get caught next time."

"Shocking." I sat on the edge of the bed. "And you'll give me pointers, right?"

"Anything you want to know." He set the file on the side table. "I apologize for breaking in. Kind of. But I was sitting in my truck and the manager kept looking at me like he was five seconds from calling the cops."

"That's your pickup? The blue one? Or, presumably, used to be blue, at some point?"

"Yes, which explains the manager's interest."

"So, to avoid being suspected of breaking in, you broke in."

"Exactly. If it bothers you, though, I won't do it again."