I dragged my eyes away and looked up at him. Blake on the other hand, wasn’t hiding the fact he was looking me over. My cheeks burned slightly as I motioned for him to come in. Maybe it was because we were alone that we both felt like we could give each other a good once over.
“How do you feel?” he asked again.
“No worse for wears, I su
ppose. Want some water? Looks like you came straight over from your run.”
He smiled and something deep inside my stomach pulled slightly . . . again.
Whoa. Okay . . . what in the hell is happening? It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but this is insane.
“Yeah, I figured you might need your house key.”
Glancing down at the key in his hand, I spoke. And the words that came out of my mouth were not what I meant to say.
“Oh, I have a spare. You could have kept it.”
I paused, hearing myself, and looked at him. Fortunately, he laughed.
“So am I your new designated driver when you get smashed? Is that it?”
I worried my lip before turning and grabbing two water bottles. Refocusing, I faced him again.
“Listen, I’d like to explain that over breakfast.”
He held up his hands. “Morgan, you’re a grown woman. You don’t have to explain anything to me.”
The corners of my mouth rose slightly. “I appreciate it, but I think it might do me good to talk about it.”
The way his face went from happy to serious told me he might already know the reason.
“Magnolia Café?” he asked, grinning again and giving me a wink that made my knees feel slightly weak.
So maybe what I felt for Blake was more than a crush.
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear . . . oh shit.
With a much-too-excited pitch to my voice, I answered, “Sounds perfect!”
“I’ll drive, if that’s okay with you.”
With a nod, I reached for my purse and the bottle of water and motioned with my hand for him to lead the way. As we got to the door, Blake handed me my house key.
“Thanks!” I said, still sounding a little too chipper. I locked the door then pulled up the security app on my phone and set the alarm.
“Good thing that wasn’t set last night.”
I giggled. “Right? You might have had to call Nash for bail money.”
Blake placed his hand on my lower back and guided me toward his car. My mind went fuzzy for a moment as the feel of his hand on my body sent a zap of energy through me. Forcing down my desire for more of him, I looked at the car in front of me and whistled. The white Audi R8 Coupe was beautiful.
“When did you get that, Mr. Greene?”
“Last week.” He was suddenly grinning like a kid in a candy shop. “You’ll be the first one to take a ride in it.”
Did he mean to make that sound so sexual, or was it me? My gaze turned from the Audi to Blake, who was still smiling at the car. Yeah. It was just me.
“Come on,” he said, this time taking my hand and pulling me to the car. I laughed and shook my head.