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"I bet I know what's up," Darcy said without thinking, and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh jeez...forget I said that, will you?"

She looked at Sandi, and without consciously planning it, they both looked down. Didn't mean to, really. But sometimes a girl's eyes have a mind of their own.

"Jason? Hi, it's Darcy."

She paused and bit her lip, suddenly thinking this was a bad idea. And rude...it was rude to call someone at what was obviously the last minute and hope to catch him without a date on such a special day. Especially a man like Jason Morgan, who never seemed to lack for female company.

After his cheerful "How's it going, love?" Darcy didn't know what to say to approach the matter delicately. She'd never been good at that. So as usual, she waded right in. "Um..it's not going. At least, I'm not going. Uh, not going anywhere, I mean. Anywhere special. Uh...tonight."

He laughed. She felt her cheeks flush, but Darcy knew his laugh was genuine amusement. He wasn't being cruel. "Dammit Jason," she said, an answering smile in her voice. "There's just no tactful way to do this, so to hell with it. What are you doing tonight? Have a date? If you don't, do you want one?"

"I think...I want dinner. Nothing fancy, even just a burger is fine. I want a drink, or maybe even a couple of them. And I want to talk. No movie, no horses, and," she chuckled softly, "definitely no Sean. I don't think I could keep up with him tonight."

Darcy took a deep breath, thought of Bud's sweetly curved mouth, his piercing eyes, his broad strong hands. But he wasn't there, he'd lied to her, stood her up again, and Jason Morgan was interesting, handsome, and charming. And she didn't owe Bud White a damn thing anymore.

"Tonight I just...want you," she quietly told Jason, and it was the truth.

He already had her laughing. Clean knickers...where did the Aussies and Brits get that term? "Going to pack right now," Darcy told him, smiling wickedly. And there was no mistaking the lightness that suddenly infused her heart and voice. Jason. And an overnight bag. That sounded so damn good.

He was true to his word. She barely had time to throw her toiletries and a nightgown, a sexy piece of silk and lace if there ever was one, into a bag along with clean 'knickers', jeans and a T and he was there, knocking on her front door, lounging against the lintel with a sweet smile curving his lips and a hot light in his eyes. That was something new, something bright and hot and delicious that Jason had never really shown her before. Before, there was always Sean or his friend Sandi around, creating an entirely different dynamic between them that hovered between friendship and sexual attraction. She and Jason had never really had the chance to be alone, but tonight it was going to be different. Darcy couldn't stop the excitement that fluttered like moths against a porch light in her stomach. Unconsciously, her eyes went to his mouth and she licked her lips. They looked so...inviting.

She blinked as if suddenly waking from a dream and met his eyes. Smiling, Darcy cocked her head and said, "Lead on, big fella. I'm ready to drink like a fish, eat like a pig, and dance til my feet fall off." She held up the overnight bag so he'd be sure to see it and know she was willing. "Want to carry this for me?"