You want another beer?” He’d been sitting in the darkened living room for over an hour. He shoved aside his thoughts about his conversation with Macie and focused on Gemma. “Nah. I’m good.” “You’re pretty quiet tonight. Everything okay?” “Actually, everything would be great if you’d come over here and give me a little sugar.” “Yeah?” She sauntered over and plopped herself on his lap. “I was beginning to feel neglected.” She kissed his throat. “Lonely.” She kissed his chin. “Horny.” She kissed his mouth in that sexy teasing way that gave him an instant erection. “Very, very horny.” “I’ve heard about you horny widow types. Always thinkin’ ’bout…” “About what?” “You tell me, horny Widow Jansen. What’s that gleam in your eye mean for me tonight?” “It’s so damn dark in here I’m surprised you can even see my eyes.” “Shee. It’s my Indian scout night vision. Wait. I’m getting something else from that vision. I’m sensin’ you want to—”
