"Dinner.""What?" she said, startled."Let me take you to dinner."That tight, nervous feeling was back. "You don't need to take me to dinner.""Have you eaten already?"At that moment, her stomach let out an embarrassingly loud rumble."Guess I have my answer," Drew said, his laugh echoing off the walls of the garage.Wendy shook her head. "I don't think it's a good idea."His laugh faded and his dark brows pulled together in a familiar frown. "I need to eat, you need to eat. What's the big deal?""Because it feels too much like—" a date. She cut herself off before the words could pass her lips."Like what?" Even though he asked the question, she could tell he knew what she was going to say. "It's just two people sharing a meal.""With plans to have sex afterward." She snapped her mouth closed too late—she'd actually said that out loud.This time Drew's grin had that cocky edge that used to set her teeth on edge. Now it made every cell in her body come to shimmering life. "I didn't say that."And until she'd said the words aloud, Wendy didn't acknowledge that from the second Drew called her name, she'd known that the night would end with them in bed together.
