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The words 'blow job' and 'overdue' coming from those sweetly shaped lips had Darcy losing interest in the LED readout and slanting her eyes toward Jason. Did he mean what she thought, or was it just another one of those strine expressions she had yet to learn? Maybe she was giving off stronger signals than she'd realized. Either way, it was interesting.

"Is that right?" Darcy purred, noncommittal, but she slid in the seat and turned sideways, leaning back against the door so that she could watch him closely. She admired his profile…the aggressive thrust of his large nose, the firm curve of his jaw. There was something about his face that reminded her of Bud, even though Jason's cheeks were shadowed by a soft beard and his hair curled on the back of his neck. Maybe there was something about men with strong noses and cleft chins that attracted her to them? Or maybe it was Bud's shadow that haunted her, never really letting her go, following everywhere she went, even if it was out with another man whom she liked very much.

'Don't go there, stop right now,' Darcy told herself sternly. 'That is so over now.' Instead she smiled at Jason and cocked her head. "So, Morgan....tell me how overdue you really are."

His mouth. Teasing her knuckles, licking her palm, sucking her thumb. Sweet Jesus, did he know what that did to her? It had been all she could do not to squirm on the seat but somehow, Darcy managed to control herself. When he abruptly opened his door and got out of the car, she was stunned but still managed to get herself out and was ready for him when he came around the rear of the SUV.

She teased him mercilessly on the way across the parking lot. There was wind in her face and the rain stung her cheeks, but as he leaned close to listen she pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered that she was terrible at angles but much better at endurance and form. His reply about the rules of geometry sent her into a fit of laughter. As they pushed through the door she was just thinking that hurricane or not, this was shaping up to be a good night when she looked up and saw him. Her stomach did some kind of circus trick and she felt the blood drain from her face, just before it flooded back in a rush of fury.

He was standing with his arm around a redhead. Darcy didn't take the time to note much else except that the woman was gorgeous. Her eyes snapped to Bud's and shot sparks.

"You bastard..." she telegraphed.

His lips flattened in a grimace, then began to move. She read them, knew he was going to cut and run with the woman on his arm, but he'd have to walk right past her unless she moved, and damned if she was going to move. Darcy waited, her face stormy, her breasts heaving in silent, breath-stealing wrath. And just as Bud and his new friend drew even with her and Jason, the devil prodded her with his pitchfork and she slid her foot forward. As her former lover went down on one knee, she turned to Jason and said, "Let's grab their table before someone else does. Pretty crowded in here, isn't it? Must be a great place."