Besides, I thought it was kind of cool that you noticed I have good dexterity." he waved his fingers in front of my face. "I like the idea of you thinking about what my hands can do." He winked before turning to leave.

I flushed even redder. "I wasn't thinking about your hands," I called after him.

"Sure you weren't."

"I wasn't. I was trying to be nice."

Drew turned around to face me, leaning against the doorjamb. "Admit it. you're thinking about it now." He saluted and left.

I kicked the cart Darn it. Now I was thinking about it.

Auteur: Eileen Cook