Remember?” Jenny’s jaw dropped, and she stared at him for a confused moment. “What?” Clint’s lips twitched, and his shoulders began to shake. “Did you think I was going to make a pass at you?” His full-bodied laugh would have delighted her had she not been so embarrassed. She pulled her hands from his and smacked him on the arm. “You rat! I certainly did not!” He took her hands once again and pressed them. She remembered the sensation. His shoulders continued to shake sporadically. “Not that I wouldn’t love to, but we are in public,” he said on a chuckle. “That’s not going to happen, mister. So don’t even think about it.” Jenny slid her hands around his so that she held him. “Close your eyes now. We’re going for a walk,” she said in an ominous tone. “Oh, dear.” He closed his eyes. “Be nice, Jenny.” “I’ll be nice, all right. Just you wait.” She gave his hands a tug and none too gently walked him down the length of the creek bank, which ran behind several other small buildings fronted by small porches and plastic chairs.
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