On His List (Entangled Flirts) Read Online Free

too happy for this to have been a truly random visit. There was no way he’d been taken by surprise. No way. She’d bet someone had tipped all these companies off that Owen would be by today.
    When they’d gotten back in the car, he asked, “Where are we going next?”
    Shoot. She’d forgotten to look. She pulled the paper out of her bra and unfolded it. In her peripheral vision, she could swear he’d been watching her do that. Okay, so…
    “Are you following those directions too?” he asked, from right beside her, startling her. He’d scooted forward to look over her shoulder. His warm breath fanned her skin, sliding across her neck in a caress.
    He smelled like warm cotton and…pine—like he would smell if she dragged him into the woods for something delicious. Only that might kill a guy like him. Getting dirty. In the woods. Still, a girl could fantasize. What guy wore cologne if he wasn’t interested in girls? They didn’t. Mmm.
    “Remy?”
    She jumped, this time from the thrum of his deep voice across her live-wire nerve endings. Yikes. She needed a cold shower just from hearing him say her name and the smell of his cologne. Blinking rapidly, Remy stared down at the marked-up list and scoured her brain for the missing question and an answer to go with it.
    “You want to know if I’m following these directions? Really?” Hopefully, that was what he’d asked when she’d been in her fantasy—deep in the woods where she’d been ripping off his shirt…before letting him fold it neatly and set it aside.
    “I don’t know. Maybe,” he said.
    “Not at all. Whoever put these directions together had way too much fun with right turns. There’s one point where we would go in a complete circle for no reason at all.” She folded the paper—under his close supervision—and tucked it back in her bra. Her whole body felt rosy and warm from his attention. “There. Gone again. Even if you wanted it, you couldn’t get it.”
    “Well, technically, I could.”
    She’d been adjusting her mirror so she caught his smile as he said it, and then that furtive look up at her. Her pulse pounded as if she’d just run a marathon. He could slay women with a cool glance from those eyes, and she was far from immune.
    “Oh yeah? I dare you. I don’t think you would.” Two could play that game. Her heart was hammering loud enough for him to hear, but she was never one to walk away from a chance to get it broken.
    Their eyes met in the mirror. She held her breath. He raised a single eyebrow, and that smile hovered at the edge of his lips. Lips that liked to frown but looked glorious spread in a smile, and probably tasted amazing. If she were a betting woman, she’d bet he was just as into her as she was into him. She’d have bet the money stolen from their coffee can.
    He glanced away first, but the smile remained. “Perhaps later,” he said.
    Hmm.
    She left him alone for the first five minutes of the drive. She was absolutely, supernaturally silent for those five minutes. She deserved a parade for that.
    Her mind was racing. What if she’d imagined that spark of attraction between them? She liked to test things, try things, push limits. When the waiter said “hot plate,” she usually just touched the edge because it was only a matter of time before she gave in to her curiosity. How hot could it be? She glanced in the rearview mirror and shifted in her seat. Seriously, how hot could it be?
    It would be hot. Really hot.
    The light ahead flipped to yellow, and she silently cursed as she eased to a stop. There was no way she’d run a light with this passenger, but even in a car, she liked to be moving at all times.
    The expensive sedan was practically soundproof, and Denny had told her she wasn’t to turn on the radio while Owen was in the car. The only sound in the car was the purr of the engine and their breathing. Hers was much faster than his. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.
    She tapped on the steering wheel