For an age we stood there like that, me holding him by the collar of his jacket and kissing him for all I was worth, him standing there, hands up like I was frisking him with no idea what to do about it.
It. Was. Awesome.
I was not supposed to end up freezing my ass off in a remake of Harry Potter meets The Italian Job by way of Fargo.
Rosemary Clement-MooreStichwörter: daisy
It didn't matter, because he was an employee of a criminal enterprise and I was an FBI consultant and, oh yeah, technically kidnapped and probably in the throes of some kind of Stockholm syndrome.
Rosemary Clement-MooreCarson put a hand on my butt and shoved. Honestly, I'd seen more action since meeting him than I had in all of high school.
Rosemary Clement-MooreIt doesn't matter. We could never date anyway. Doesn't the FBI have rules against partners dating? Even if I am just an unpaid consultant.'
'I'd certainly never want to date Gerard, so I never asked.
How do I know what *you've* got in your pants?' He choked, and so did I, for different reasons. 'Pockets!' I corrected.
Rosemary Clement-MooreIn two more weeks, you'll have to stop calling me that, *Jack*.'
'In two more weeks, I'll still be too old for you.'
I stared at him, stunned that he'd actually *said* it.
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