Go her!
“Do you get cold a lot?” he asked, grasping hold of her hand with his other hand as well.
Now he had two hands touching her! This might be more than her system could handle.
System overload.
Abort.
But when she tried to tug her hand free, he just held on. Why wouldn’t he let her go?
Maybe he likes touching you.
She glanced up at the sky.
“Maya? What are you looking for?”
“Flying pigs,” she muttered without thought.
“How does me asking if you get cold often relate to flying pigs?” he asked.
“Um, it doesn’t.”
“So?” he asked.
So what? She moved her gaze to his neck. Wow, look at her getting brave.
His neck was really sexy, though. She didn’t know that a neck could be sexy.
But his was.
It was tanned and strong. You could tell it wasn’t a weak neck. No fat neck for Matthieu. She’d always thought that Vince was kind of lacking in the neck department.
Actually, Vince was lacking in a lot of ways. His neck was really the least of his issues.
“Maya?” he questioned.
“Vince doesn’t have a neck,” she blurted out.
Hey! More words that she didn’t stumble over or run together.
She was starting to get used to him. Thank goodness.
“All right, how does you getting cold, flying pigs, and Vince’s neck all relate to each other?” he asked.
That was a really good question. And one she didn’t have the answer to right now.
“Umm. Ineedtogethome.”
Drat! Just when she thought she had herself together . . . bam! Her words went all crazy.
This was terrible.
“This won’t work!” she cried.
“Hey, calm down. Maya. Calm down.”
She shook her head.
