Modern Romance June 2017 Books 5 - 8. Jane Porter
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mine. So if he said I would bail him—”
“No, it has nothing to do with him. I need you.”
Yeah, well, I need you, too, Jake. I dumped my boyfriend. I’m lonely. I’m bored. And you are one good-looking man.
Looking over at him, trying to make herself behave, she still felt that incredible heat. She still felt like stripping naked and leaping into his arms. She licked her bottom lip. I need you for a few good rolls on my sticky mat…
“What did you say?”
“Me? Nothing. Not a thing.” What, could he hear her thoughts now? His name suddenly popped into her head as if it always been there and now he could mind-read? This was getting spooky. She stuck a stray tendril of her hair back into the braids wrapped over the top of her head. “And what did you need with me?”
“Okay. Right. Let’s just…cut to the chase.”
He clenched his jaw, and she thought, Wow, that is one nice jaw. Do you think he would care if I touched it? before she regained the use of her brain and paid attention to his words again. Concentrate, Zoë. Concentrate. Why was it so incredibly hot in this room?
“You booked a place on the Explorer’s Journey, right?”
Zoë blinked. “You’re here because of the Explorer’s Journey?”
“The travel agency said the roster is full,” he explained. “I want to buy your spot.”
“You want to…?” He didn’t seem like the type. At all. But then she got the picture. Talk about your pitcher of cold water.
Zoë was not a stupid woman. She saw the handwriting on the wall. Mr. Cute Cop obviously had a Mrs. Cute Cop stashed at home, and the two of them wanted to go on the Explorer’s Journey. Newlyweds only, after all. Newlyweds who wanted to work on their communication skills, both in and out of bed. Given Mr. Cute Cop’s rather terse communication skills, as well as the heat emanating from his hard body, she could see why Mrs. Cute Cop would feel the need to take him on that particular trip.
“So you’ll sell me your ticket?” he asked.
“Sure,” she declared, trying to work up some enthusiasm.
Shaking her head, she rose from the floor, crossing to the desk where she’d stuck the travel packet. How silly was she? She’d gone from entertaining the mad notion that he was her karmic one-and-only True Love to figuring out he was someone else’s new husband, all in three seconds. So much for her psychic visions. She knew his name. How come she didn’t get the married part?
She glanced up. Funny, he wasn’t wearing a ring. And she did not get a married vibe from him at all, especially when you factored in his eyes being fastened to a variety of her body parts ever since he got here. Yes, he was a guy and guys did that kind of thing. But he just didn’t seem the type to be newly married and looking around, and she usually trusted her intuition when it came to guy matters.
Zoë considered this mystery for several seconds, before deciding there wasn’t anything she could do about it, and it was just too aggravating to contemplate. If he, his wife and his wandering eyes wanted to throw themselves into a newlywed encounter group, that was their business.
Wagging the Explorer’s Journey folio at him, she plastered on a wide, chipper smile. “This sucker was expensive and I’ll be glad to get it off my hands. But you do know it leaves first thing in the morning, right? Do you and your wife have time to pack?”
“I’m not married,” he said quickly.
She knew it! There was totally an unmarried aura just hovering all around him. She was thrilled for a second, realizing that her instincts had been right. But then she had another depressing thought.
“Oh.” Zoë crossed her arms over her chest. “So you’re taking your girlfriend. I thought you could only do the program if you were married. Although now that I think about it, doing it before you get married sounds like a much better idea. Or are you planning to just lie and tell them you’re married? Not that it matters to me.”
Slowly he asked her, “Why would I need to be married?”
“Because…” That gave her pause. He wanted to go on the Explorer’s Journey and he didn’t know? She narrowed her eyes. Feeling very shrewd, she inquired, “You don’t know what the Explorer’s Journey is, do you?”
He just looked at her for a long moment.
“You don’t!” she exclaimed. “I can tell you don’t.” Now this was getting interesting. Zoë advanced on him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Why do you want to go if you don’t know what it is? Is your girlfriend making you go?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said reluctantly.
Yes! Zoë felt like doing happy dances. She refrained. But she felt the triumph in her heart. She wasn’t wrong about him! Single, single, single!
But if it wasn’t for a relationship, then why did he want to go? “Is it for work? You have to go for like, official police reasons?”
“No.” Other than that, he kept his mouth shut. His lips looked even more intriguing pressed together like that.
Zoë was nothing if not persistent when it came to mysteries and puzzles. She drew a little closer. “You don’t think I’m going to hand over my tickets unless you tell me why you need to go, do you?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss this with you,” he said tersely. “And you said tickets, plural. I only need one.”
“Well, you certainly can’t go by yourself.” All by his lonesome? Mr. Cute Cop hadn’t done his homework, had he? She tapped the ticket packet against her chin.
“Why exactly is it a problem if I go by myself?” he asked. He was starting to sound a little testy. “What were you talking about before, about having to be married, or taking a girlfriend? What is this all about? What kind of exploration are we talking? North Pole? Mount Saint Helen’s? What?”
“Forgive me,” she said thoughtfully, looking him up and down, “but you don’t seem like the explorer type.”
“Neither do you.”
She shrugged, not at all concerned. “Are you going to tell me why you want to go? Or am I going to hold on to my tickets and my explanation of just what exactly the Explorer’s Journey is?”
Finally he muttered, “It’s none of your business, but the truth is… I have to find someone. I have reason to believe she’ll be on this tour.”
“She? So you have to find a woman.” Zoë was very close now, looking right up into his face, and she found this all fascinating. Her mind was working a mile a minute, considering possibilities. Not married. No girlfriend. Dying to go on the Explorer’s Journey to find a particular woman. “Is she your ex-girlfriend or something? She dumped you, hooked up with some other guy, got married, and now she’s going on the Explorer’s Journey with him. And you want to follow her. Why? Are you stalking her? Maybe you think you can get her away from the other guy? Or are you just torturing yourself?”
“You’re giving me a headache,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Oh, c’mon.” She jiggled his elbow. “Stalker? Win her back? Torment yourself?”
“None of the above. And why do you care?” he asked darkly. “I need to find her. She may be on this tour. That’s it.”
“Well, you can’t go by yourself.”
“Why not?” he snapped.
Zoë beamed up at him. “Because…if you must know…” She let her voice trail off. She was kind of enjoying letting him dangle now that she knew he was single. He was so very cute and his impatience only made him cuter somehow.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“Okay,