“Well, I’ll just leave you two to decide.”
“Do that,” Jake snapped. His teeth were clenched so hard he was going to get lockjaw.
Once the lady was out of earshot, Jake exhaled and leaned over the table.
“You all right?” Char patted his back.
“Don’t touch me.” He didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but he was literally two seconds away from losing his mind.
“Ah.” Char continued touching him, damn her. “Sexual tension. Been a long time, my friend? You feeling a bit… stressed?” Her hands moved across his back and then to his neck. He groaned.
“Enjoying the list, I see!” The lady’s voice came from the back room.
Shaking himself a bit, Jake stepped away from Char. “You pick. Jus
t put check marks next to things. I don’t care.”
“Really.” Char slowly walked toward him. Even the metal of the counter jabbing into his back wasn’t enough to cool his arousal. “You don’t care?”
“Nope.” He lied. Oh he cared; he cared way too much.
“How about”—she lifted the sheet and read off a few things he didn’t even know how to spell let alone pronounce. “You think those would be good products?”
“God and Grandma have it in for me,” he said honestly. “That’s what I think. I also think”—he pushed away from the counter and stalked toward Char as she backed up—“that if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
“Like what?” Her eyes pleaded with his. Shit, they were practically begging him to kiss her.
With a curse he turned away, breaking eye contact. “Like that.”
“Ready?” The lady came back around the corner.
“Not really.” Char handed her the sheet. “Can you just pick for us? I’m sure whatever you choose will be fine.”
With a shrug, the lady grabbed the paper and then handed them a card. “I’ll be at the house around seven to set up. See you tonight!”
“Tonight?” Jake and Char said in unison.
The lady looked confused. “Yes, tonight. I’ve been told the rehearsal dinner is on Saturday, and today’s Friday. It’s the only available night for this type of demonstration.”
“Well, how long does it take?” Jake asked.
“Oh, honey.” She winked. “If that’s your question, you really aren’t doing it right.”
Char had to physically pull him from the store. Not doing it right? Not doing it right?
* * *
If the look on Jake’s face was any indication, he was just ready to slap someone. “Whoa, there, cowboy. Calm down.” She walked him to the car, feeling every inch of his muscles as they flexed beneath her hands.
“Not doing it right?” he repeated, this time in a softer voice, as if he was really trying to figure out if he’d been doing it wrong this whole time. “Char?” He looked up. Oh no. Oh hell no.
“Hmm?” She played with her hair and looked away.
“Did I?”
“Did you what?”
He was silent.