The door opened as he turned off the engine and Liv walked out, shrugging into her pea coat against the fifty-degree weather. She was wearing a pair of those black skinny jeans he’d seen her in so often, but had changed out of her comfortable work shoes into low-heeled, knee-high, black leather boots. He took in those long, long legs, thought of what they would feel like wrapped around him, thought of that sexy kiss last night, and heat slid into his groin. Even with her hair twisted up and very little makeup, she was one good-looking woman. He got out of the vehicle, rounded the hood and opened the passenger door as she approached. He could tell by the way she was avoiding his gaze, she was remembering that hot kiss, same as he was, wondering if he would bring it up. Which he wouldn’t. She climbed into the seat, and he closed her door, went around and slid in behind the wheel. “Have you heard . . . umm . . . anything?” she asked as he fired up the engine. “Not today. But I just got in a little over an hour ago.
