Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall
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her whole body throbbed with a sexual awareness that was totally unfamiliar. ‘You hate this dress.’
‘I never said I hated the dress.’
Their eyes locked and suddenly all she could think about was that kiss. The way it had felt when his mouth had claimed hers.
She wanted him to kiss her again.
‘You two are looking all funny.’ Lizzie was staring at them curiously. ‘Are you going to kiss?’
Bryony gasped and pulled away from Jack, her face flaming. She’d forgotten that Lizzie was still sitting at the table. ‘No!’ She was suddenly flustered. ‘We’re not going to kiss.’
‘I don’t mind if you do,’ Lizzie said generously, sliding off her chair and carrying her plate to the dishwasher. ‘Sally says it’s yucky when her parents do it, but I think it would be nice.’
‘Lizzie, we’re not going to kiss,’ Bryony muttered, not daring to look at Jack but feeling his gaze on her. She always knew when he was looking at her and he was looking at her now.
‘You blush easily, Blondie, do you know that?’ His voice was a soft, teasing drawl and Lizzie clapped her hands.
‘Mummy only ever goes that colour when you’re here, Jack.’
Deciding that the conversation had gone far enough, Bryony glanced at her watch. ‘And you should be getting ready for bed, Lizzie,’ she said quickly. ‘Do you want Jack to read you a story?’
‘Only if he doesn’t skip bits.’
Bryony risked a look at Jack. ‘Is that OK with you, or do you need to get going?’
‘That depends…’
‘On what?’
He winked at her. ‘What you’re cooking me for dinner—’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t you ever go home and cook for yourself, Jack?’
‘Why would I want to when I’ve got you to cook for me?’ He smiled and held up a hand. ‘Only joking. As it happens, I’m cooking for you tonight.’
‘You’re cooking for me?’
Jack never cooked. He lounged at her table, watching while she cooked. And actually she liked it that way. She found cooking relaxing and there was nothing she enjoyed more than an evening chatting with Jack.
‘I’m cooking for you. A gourmet creation right under your very nose. It’s your turn to be impressed, Blondie.’
‘But I was going out. How can you have the ingredients for a gourmet creation?’
He stooped to pick up Lizzie. ‘I just picked up a few things on my way home, in case I was hungry later.’
‘But you don’t even know where the supermarket is.’ Her eyes teased him. ‘Or are you telling me you finally asked for directions?’
‘No need.’ He displayed his muscles, flexing his shoulders and his biceps. ‘Man is a natural hunter.’
She lifted an eyebrow. ‘You went to the supermarket in your loin cloth?’
‘Of course. But I left my spear outside.’ His eyes gleamed wickedly and she felt herself blush.
It was only as he walked out of the room with Lizzie that she realised that he hadn’t actually answered her question about the food. How did he come to have the ingredients for a gourmet meal in his boot?
And why did he want her to keep the dress on when the last time she’d worn it he’d covered her up?
But the last time she’d worn it she’d been going out with another man.
Bryony plopped down on the nearest kitchen chair and wondered if Jack realised that he was displaying all the signs of a jealous male.
Probably not.
She hadn’t realised it herself until two seconds ago.
But to be jealous you had to care, and Jack didn’t care about her. Not like that.
Or did he?
She sat in silence, her mind running over everything that had happened since the night she’d walked into the pub and announced that she was going to start dating men again.
Jack had sabotaged every date.
Had he done that because of Lizzie? Because he didn’t want Lizzie to have a daddy?
Or had he done it because he hadn’t been able to see her with another man?
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