But lying to him was a different matter entirely, so she shoved at him, struggled with herself, and refused to yield to either.
He laid a hand on her heart, and with his mouth only a breath from hers now, stared into her eyes. “Yeah. That got it going.”
“Get this. Its not going to happen. Its never going to happen again.” “Somebody once said, „Whats past is prologue.”
“Shakespeare, you ignorant jerk. The Tempest .”
“Right.” Amused admiration flickered over his face. “You were always better at remembering that stuff than I was. But, in any case, Im not looking to repeat myself. However much were the same, were that much different. Were not the same people we were, Dana. I want a chance to see who we would be together now.”
“Im not interested.”
“Sure you are. Youve got a curious mind, and youre wondering, the same as I am. But maybe youre afraid that being around me will prove too much for your self-control.”
“Please. You arrogant pig.”
“Well, then, why dont we test your self-control and satisfy my curiosity, and have ourselves a date?”
Hed managed to throw her off. “A what?”
“You remember what a date is, Dane. Two people going out to a prearranged location.” Idly, he ran the lapel of her robe between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, I see, you thought I meant wed just jump straight into bed, rock and roll. Okay, if thats the way you want it—”
“Stop it.” Baffled, annoyed, and more than half amused, she elbowed him aside. “I was not thinking about sex.” And because that was a complete lie, her tone was aloof. “Theres not going to be any rock and roll, as you so succinctly put it. And the idea of a date is just ludicrous.”
“Why? Youd get a free meal out of it. And the added pleasure of being able to shut me down when I put the moves on you, and send me home sexually frustrated.”
“That does have some appeal.”
“Saturday night. Ill pick you up at seven-thirty.”
“How do you know I dont already have a date for Saturday night?”
He grinned at her. “I asked Flynn if you were seeing anybody. I know how to do my research, Stretch.”
“Flynn doesnt know everything,” she retorted as Jordan strolled away. “Wait just a damn minute.” She rushed out into the living room, caught up with him at the door. “There are some basic requirements. The meals in an actual restaurant. No fast food, and not the Main Street Diner. And when you say youll pick me up at seven-thirty, that doesnt mean you get here at seven-forty-five.”
“Agreed.” He paused. “I know theres no point in asking if you want me to stay, bunk on the couch. But you could call Malory, and I could hang out until she got here.”
“Im okay.”
“You always were, Stretch. See you.”
Thoughtfully, she locked the door behind him before wandering back to the kitchen to pour the warm beer down the sink. It seemed to be her night to waste beer.
She didnt know if any of it brought her closer to the key, but shed certainly learned some new things this evening. Kane already knew she was searching for the second key, and hadnt wasted any time putting the whammy on her. Hed wanted her to know he was watching.
And didnt that mean he was worried that she had a good chance of succeeding?
Yeah, that made sense. Malory had shut him down once. So maybe he would be less cocky this time up. And more vicious, she mused.
Shed learned that Jordan still had that core of decency that had always attracted her. Shed been scared, nearly ill with fear, and hed given her exactly what she needed to find her feet again without making her feel foolish or weak.
She had to give him credit for that.
More, she admitted as she went to clean up the mess shed left in the bathroom, she had to give him credit for being honest enough to say hed been selfish.
She could still hate him for it, but she had to respect the fact that he acknowledged it.
She had to bear down hard just to cross the threshold into the bathroom. It gave her the willies to see the book still floating, bloated with water, in the tub.
It was symbolic, she thought, that hed invaded this most personal of rooms. It told her there was no place that she would be completely safe until the key was found or the month was over.
She pulled the plug, watched the water begin to drain.
“Just have to deal,” she ordered. “And it wont be so easy to scare me next time. Ill deal with you. With Jordan. With myself. Because I learned one more thing tonight. Goddamn it, Im still in love with the jerk.”
It didnt make her feel any better to say it out loud, but it did help to put her bathroom to rights again. Her apartment, her things, her life, she thought as she went into the bedroom.
As far as Jordan was concerned, it was much more likely that it was the memory she still loved. The boy, the young, wounded man whod been her first love. Didnt every woman have a soft spot for her first true love?
She settled on the bed, took her bed book out of the nightstand drawer. The paperback she kept there was only a front. The one she opened was Cold Case , by Jordan Hawke.
Wouldnt he crow if he knew she was reading his latest book? Worse, if he knew she was enjoying every damn word.
Maybe she was still in love with the memory of the boy, but she would rather eat live slugs than have the man discover that shed read every one of his books.
Twice.
Chapter Six
THEY started work on the porch, taking advantage of the fine fall weather andZoes experience.
By unanimous agreement, Dana and Malory had elected her the goddess of remodel. In their oldest clothes, and with new tools for Dana and Malory, they worked atZoes direction prepping the porch for paint.
“I didnt know it would be so much work.” Malory sat back on her heels and examined her nails. “Ive ruined my manicure. And you just gave it to me a couple of days ago,” she remindedZoe .
“Ill give you another. If we dont scrape and sand off the peeling paint, the new paint wont stick right. It needs a good, smooth, porous surface, or well be doing this again in the spring.”
“We bow to you,” Dana toldZoe , and watched her wield the little electric sander. “I always thought you just sort of slopped the paint on, then waited for it to dry.”
“That kind of thinking is why you bow to me.”
“Its already gone to her head,” Dana grumbled and attacked curls of peeling paint with her scraper.
“I wouldnt mind having a little crown, something delicate and tasteful.” Even as she spoke,Zoe kept one eye on her underlings. “Its going to look great. Youll see.”
“Why dont you entertain us during the drudgery?” Malory suggested. “Tell us about dinner with Brad last night.”
“It was no big deal. He just played some video games with Simon, ate, then left. I shouldnt have gotten so worked up about it. I just havent had a guy over in a while. And Im not used to cooking for millionaires. I felt like I needed finger bowls or something.” “Brads not like that,” Dana protested. “A guy with money can still be normal. Brad used to eat at our place all the time when we were kids. And we hardly ever used the finger bowls.”
“Its not the same. We didnt grow up together, for one thing. And your family and his have more in common. A hairdresser who grew up in a trailer in West Virginia doesnt have a lot to say to the heir to an American empire.”
“Youre not being fair to him, or yourself,” Malory told her.
“Maybe not. Just realistic. Anyway, he makes me nervous. I guess its not only the money, really. Jordan has money, he must with all those bestsellers. But he doesnt make me so nervous. We had a nice, easy time together when he came over and fixed my car.”