In spite of the desire humming inside her skin, the encounter was going better than Jenny had anticipated. The flirting was still there, a hint below half his words and always in his smile, but their conversation so far had been mostly friendly. Normal. To be expected between acquaintances with a little bit in common. Sure, she’d rolled out from beneath the Camaro to have her mouth go dry at the sight of his lean legs encased uncharacteristically in denim, and, okay, there had been a moment of panic when he’d brought up Saturday and she thought he was asking her to dinner, but beyond that, Jenny was proud of her self-control. She could be around Ashley without succumbing to the urge to kiss him. She could.
As he followed her back out to her car, Jenny tried not to pay attention to the sce
