Did he really just say that? Kim laughed, squatting to get the keys and handing them to her. “Oops. I didn’t mean to startle you. It just seemed relevant.” She worked again at fitting the key into the door to secure the deadbolt. Even with the porch light on, it wasn’t easy, distracted as she was. “To our roles as secretly dating chaperones, I mean,” he said. Oh. He sure didn’t talk like any plumber Isabelle had met. Of course, he didn’t look like any other, either. “I’m going to get slapped, aren’t I?” “No,” she said. “I’m just…I’m not…” The problem, of course, was wanting to sleep with him and yet wanting none of the complications that would follow. Like jealousy. Hers. And infidelity. His. Crap. “Neither of them believe we’re sleeping together,” she said. “That’s easy, then.” Maybe for him. She tossed the shawl around her bare shoulders and walked with him down the porch steps and up the walk, where he opened the door of a newish-looking orange Jeep for her.
