His right hand curved around her cheek with his thumb lifting her chin upward. “I wish I could help.” His lips landed on hers slightly firm and with a hint of promise.
The kiss lasted only seconds. It not only warmed her, but also served as a reminder this type of guy wasn’t for her, not until she untangled herself from Clint. God, she prayed she could without everyone in the company finding out that she didn’t have any tan lines.
Her right hand rose to trace his face with her fingers. “I wish you could too.” She sighed deeply, aware she was being melodramatic. A trait she always hated in her co-worker. Suck it up, girl. “Time for me to pull on my big girl panties and take care of the situation.”
“I’d like to see that. Not the situation, just you in the big girl panties.” He playfully leered at her lightening the moment. Her elbow to the ribs had him backing up. Even aware he was joking, it still struck her wrong.
The car keys jingled in Will’s hand. “Remember, I’m driving. Marc will pick me up.”
That’s right, she forgot. A coyote yipped in the distance. It sounded like some canine commentary to her. Similar to laughter, here she’d used her best departing line, but the man was driving her home.
Marc came out on the stoop to learn their plans. He agreed to pick up Will, but he might be fifteen minutes behind, wink. wink, nudge, nudge. Nothing would happen in that limited time she wanted to say, but didn’t. For once, she kept her mouth shut after she rattled off her address.
The radio played low on her favorite love songs station. She closed her eyes after watching Will competently handle her car. No fears for Natalie, her car.
A lawyer in the car, she should pick his brain. Yawning, she made sure to cover her mouth. “It’s not you. I’m tired. Lynne told you how things were at work. People on edge, it makes it hard to sleep. Everyone is trying to secure their job in this economy and all.”
His calm baritone seemed out of place in her car. “Are you worried?”
“Hell, yes, you have no idea. Even have someone trying to blackmail me, I think.” Oops, that was more than she wanted to confess. What was it about Will that relaxed her?
“Hmmm.” He turned onto her street. “Blackmail constitutes a threat if you don’t perform a certain action or pay. Does this sound like your situation?”
“Yes, yes, it does. What does a person do about blackmail?” Boy, she let that cat out of the bag. Still, an uninterested third party could help.
Maybe she could stop Clint. The anxiety lifted making her feel lighter. Even though it was close to nine, energy seeped through her veins waking up parts that wanted to slumber. Not worrying about Clint and his threats made her feel like she could do anything, even dance.