“Taylor,” his quiet voice had her turning. Gavin stood still and silent, leaning against the wall. He was dressed in a dark button down shirt and slacks, those wicked eyes hid behind black shades. A sigh slipped out of her. Idiot. “Lunch?” he asked. “Funny, I don’t recall my phone ringing.” She dug her keys out of her purse. Her heart did a little skitter as he stepped closer to her. “I like spontaneity. Women tend to get irate when something planned gets cancelled due to say, labor, or complications.” Women, plural. “You would know, I’m sure.” “Jealous?” She ignored him and shook her head. “Okay. Truce. I’m hungry and you’re off for lunch I presume, so let’s go eat.” Taylor figured she should say no, but she was hungry and knew no one. “Fine, since you asked so nicely, how’s a girl to refuse?” “Did you get a rental?” he asked. “Yes.” Taylor pointed and they walked to her gray compact car. Gavin took her elbow and her blood hummed at the simple contact, even as she stiffened for a moment.
