Nolan just kept watching her.
“I like muscles and stuff, but I don’tneedmuscles.” She was aware that her mouth was running away with her again. “That’s not to say thatyoudon’t have muscles.”
She pressed her lips together.Shut up, Randi.
He finally spoke. “Do you like me?”
Randi took a breath. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He didn’t say anything else.
“I like big muscles, but notjustbig muscles.” She needed to stop talking. She was aware of that. Still she went ahead and said, “I like brains too.”
Nolan’s mouth curved. “Good.”
“I like your muscles too,” she finished weakly. He wasn’t linebacker huge but he was in great shape and when he wore T-shirts and jeans, it really showed.
“Thanks.”
She waited, but he didn’t say anything else. And she knew she needed to stop saying things. She crossed her arms and watched him back.
Nolan Winters could give any guy in Quinn a run for his money. The slacks and polo he wore today didn’t get her heart pounding the way worn denim did, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t look at him without remembering the surprisingly hot and awesome things he could do with his mouth on hers. And wonder what it would be like to have that mouth on other places.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said.
“For liking me and my brains and my muscles?” he asked, with clear amusement.
“For not being better at having conversations with you and for insinuating that you’re not my type.”
“Were you insinuating that?” he asked.
“Not intentionally. I just didn’t want you to take that from what I said.”
Nolan got up from the bucket and crossed to where she stood.
Randi instinctively straightened and dropped her arms.
He looked down at her. “You like me.”
Definitely. He might intimidate her a little, and she might wish she was a little more worldly when he was around, but the answer was a definite, “Yes.”
“That’s all I need to know,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yes.” He paused. “Come to New York with me.”
“What?”
“I have a big party in New York to attend in a couple of weeks. I need a date. I’d love to take you.”
“Me?” Randi knew her eyes were wide. But a party in New York City? Randi had never been farther from home than San Antonio. And that had been to watch a football game. The traffic had boggled her mind.
And he was talking about New York City.
“Yes, you,” Nolan said with a smile.
