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It was true the city looked like it never sleptā¦sort of. She could still go gamble her heart out if she wanted, but none of the attractions were open this late. While it was interesting to wander around looking at the closed shops and all the overpriced trinkets she was sure were ninety-nine percent for show, the hands-off experience wasnāt quite the same.
A familiar flash of lights surrounding a glass box caught her attention. Her cheeks warmed at the unintentional squeal that escaped her throat. She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the claw machine. āI love these things.ā
She glanced up at him, surprised by the expression staring back. His brows were arched and his lips drawn in a thin line.
āWhat?ā she asked.
He shrugged, and his face relaxed. āNothing. Itās justā¦you know these things are a waste of money, right? The five or ten bucks you spend to win one toy would pay for everything in there?ā
Wow, he was really no fun sometimes. She got his concern about the bouncersāor whatever they wereāand the blackjack table, but this was different. She twisted her lips in mock irritation. āFirst of all, thatās not the point. Second, youāre just jealous because you donāt know how to do it right.ā
āReally?ā The corner of his mouth twitched with unformed amusement. āTell me what Iām missing, then.ā
She scanned the interior of the machine while she talked, looking for a viable target. āItās not about winning, itās about the challenge.ā
āStill not getting it.ā He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels.
āThen you donāt have to play.ā She plucked her wallet from her purse and rifled through the bills and coins. Disappointment that she didnāt have the right change settled inside. She tucked it all away again. She shouldnāt be wasting his time with childish games anyway. The thought jarred her. Why was she letting him dictate her schedule? āNever mind.ā
He wrapped a loose hand around her arm before she could turn away. Even through her shirt, the contact sent a scorching jolt of want through her. āIām not trying to talk you out of it.ā
She shrugged. āNo quarters or ones.ā
He produced a leather tri-fold from his back pocket, extracted a one-dollar bill, and slid it the machine. āTwo attempts.ā
She should probably be more contained, but she couldnāt help her giddy rush. She kissed him on the cheek, lingering long enough to memorize the scruff of his five oāclock shadow on her lips, and then turned back to the claw machine. āWatch and learn.ā
Sheād located a white bear on top of the stack, as close to the middle as anything and not buried under any of the other toys. The mantra repeated in her head as she drove the claw, stick up, nudge nudge, stick right, nudge nudge, click the buttonā¦ The mechanical arm dropped, clasped around the bearās head, and lifted. Her elation was short lived when the stuffed toy slipped away and plummeted back to the mountain below.
āOne more try.ā Jaredās arm, shoulder to wrist, rested against her back, his warm breath caressing her neck. Her body swayed, temped to lean into him. The lingering musk of his cologne drilled into her thoughts. āMake it good.ā
Ten seconds laterāaccording to the timer on the machineāthe bear dropped into the slot.
āSometimes though, winning makes the trying that much sweeter.ā She bent at the waist to retrieve it and handed it to Jared. āFor you.ā
He held the furry toy up by the ear, examining it from every angle with a critical eye. āI donāt think I need it.ā
She looped her hand into his arm. What am I doing? He hadnāt pulled away, so he didnāt mind, did he? But it just feels right. Instead of continuing to second-guess her actions, she went with it and led him back into the thinning crowds. āItās a gift. It doesnāt have to be practical.ā
He untangled himself from her grip and seconds later rested his hand on her hip, holding her close as they walked. He continued to examine the toy in his other hand. āBut what is it?ā
āItās a teddy bear.ā
āWhat kind of teddy bear wears a beret, a black leather apron, and nothing else?ā
āA BDSM bear.ā She flushed as soon as the words passed her lips. I wouldnāt mind him tying me up for a while.
He paused in the middle of the walkway and spun her to face him. The sparse foot traffic cut a path around them He stood toe to toe with her, blue eyes searching her face. āA bondage bear, really?ā
āWhat? An apron, nothing on underneath, thatās sexy.ā Her skin heated, and she couldnāt pull her gaze from his. He was still studying her. āWhat?ā
āYou know whatās sexy?ā He smiled, dipped his head, and traced his lips along the edge of her ear.
That was an intoxicating sensation. Too many things were easy with him. A pleasant chill raced through her, and she slid along his frame him with a, āHmm?ā
He dropped his empty hand to her hip. āWatching you lose yourself in whatever youāre doing, seeing how genuine your joy is, andā¦ā He trailed a finger down to her ass. āKnowing youāre not wearing anything under your skirt.ā
Her breath hitched, and any witty response she might have had died in the back of her throat. Fun to intense in a millisecond. She couldnāt code for response times that fast. Not that she was complaining. āI think youāre trying to change the subject.ā
He stepped back, intertwined his fingers in hers again, and tugged her into step beside him, a serious note sliding into his voice. āYouāre right, Iām sorry. Weāre talking about the bear, arenāt we? Is she into spanking, or does she prefer being tied up?ā
He was one of the only people sheād ever met who didnāt seem to recoil at how blunt she was, and was just as outspoken on top of that. Something about that was so damn appealing. āFirst of all, who said it was a she? And second, itās hard to tell by just looking. I have a feeling heās open to exploration. He just doesnāt know it yet.ā
He half glanced in her direction, brows raised, before turning away again. āYouāre still talking about the bear, right?ā
āOf course I am.ā Was she? She hadnāt meant to imply anything with her statement, but now the idea was thereāthe implication this might be about the two of themāit made her curious whether or not her unwitting observation was correct. She drifted closer as they wandered, resting some of her weight against his arm. Heat flowed between them and taunted her with promises of something she knew wasnāt hers.
As they wandered farther from the casino, the chatter and bells faded into the background. The half-lit, mall-like environment closed in around them. If she stretched her imagination just a few inches, it was easy to believe there was no world outside this place of fake pillars and painted-on skies.
āHave you rescued a lot of these poor, unexplored souls from claw machines?ā His voice dropped in volume, adding to the surreal feeling of pleasant isolation.
The only issue she saw with their journey was eventually theyād run out of walkway. A soft glow broke the dim lighting ahead. Espresso. Perfect. She leaned into him enough to change their trajectory and memorized the sensation of her head on his shoulder. āNot as many as you might think. The odds on those things can be fixed. The claws made to not consistently grab as tightly. Typically only about in ten quarters wins, regardless of how good someone is.ā
āNow we really are talking about the bear. If you know the odds, why do you still play? You were pretty diligent about securing your odds at the blackjack table.ā
She scanned the menu on the small cart and reached for her wallet. For someone so bright, he sure had a hard time with some concepts. āBecause with the blackjack I wanted to see if I could do it, not because of the need to win. Once again, itās not about the outcome, itās about how you get there.ā
āJourney versus destination. Right.ā He rested a hand on her arm. āWhich is why youāre drinking, what, caramel mocha with extra whipped cream at almost midnight?ā
āAmericano, skim milk. Itās way too late for that much sugar.ā She knew it sounded ridiculous. Sheād been told so on several occasions and didnāt care. The caffeine didnāt keep her awake, and she enjoyed the flavor.
āOf course. Let me get this.ā He stepped up to the cashier before she could protest.
A moment later, he returned with a paper cup, steam escaping from the top, and a bottle of water. He handed her the coffee, rested his hand on her back, and guided her to a table half in the shadows.
He held her chair out for her. Sheād never had someone do that before. It heated her inside almost as much as the brush of his fingers along the back of her hand as he took the seat next to her.
She held up the drink. āThank you for this.ā
He gave her a look she couldnāt interpret, brows furrowed and a question in his eyes, before his expression shifted to something more neutral. āItās not quite as grand a gesture as rescuing me from singing a duet alone, but itās a start.ā
The reminder tickled her amusement and brought back a flood of warmth from the shared time on stage. āAnother thing Iām glad I did. I got at least as much out of the evening as you. You donāt actually owe me anything.ā
āI do.ā He leaned forward, water ignored, and focused on her. āItās a nice philosophy, but as life goes on, youāll find it gets harder to ignore the final outcome in favor of living in the now.ā
Some of her euphoria squished out around the implication she was too young to know better. Payton had drilled that point home over and over againāthat she didnāt have enough life experience to have an opinion on anything if she disagreed with him. āIām not naĆÆve just because Iām not as old as you. Some of us learned early on not to let life break us.ā
He leaned back, eyes wide. āIām not broken.ā
She tried to swallow back her indignation. Things had been fun and lighthearted just seconds ago, and now sheād let something get to her. Problem was, it stung too much to ignore. Did he really think she was a child? āAnd Iām not stupid.ā
Irritation raced through Jared. How had this all gone downhill in an instant? She hadnāt had a problem with him speaking his mind up to this point. In fact, he appreciated that she was well-versed in the art of blunt when she wanted to get her point across, and now he was just trying to decompile her logic so he could figure out what language it was in.
A retort tried to force itself past his lips. Something about not knowing enough to know she knew nothing. However, not only was that clichĆ©, it wasnāt true. He had no doubt she knew quite a bit. He just needed more information to help him understand. Besides, the flush of her drawn lips, her narrowed eyes, all exposed his desire to make this right.
He held up a hand in surrender. āI didnāt mean anything like that.ā
She rubbed her face. An irritated tone that hadnāt been there before lined her voice. āSorry. Some things hit me harder than others.ā
The revelation, not just that she had vulnerabilities, but that part of him had thought otherwise, barreled through his head. Suddenly, making her feel better and figuring out how to protect her, seemed as important as the answer to any other riddle. It was an odd sensation. Except, he didnāt know how to approach the situation any other way but directly. āWhy?ā
She leaned back in her chair, deep frown lines crossing her forehead.
That hadnāt been the right thing to ask. āI want to know.ā He poured all his sincerity into his reassurance. āTell me what I said.ā
She looked him in the eye, her playfulness replaced with the soft edges of hurt. āMost of my life, Iāve been younger than the people around me. And then there wasāā She clenched her jaw and dragged
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