“Sometimes.” He had discovered there was no rhyme or reason to when it happened. It had happened in all sorts of different places, with all different age ranges. Stock car racing drew a wide audience.
“Well,” she said. “Given that you are in the public eye and recognized, perhaps we should exercise a little discretion in the future.”
He loved the way she said that—in the future. Implying there would be a future, in her very prim yet, to him, provocative voice.
Ty reached out and swatted her ass. “Perhaps.”
Imogen squawked and reached around to try to smack at his hand. “Ingrate. I’m trying to look out for your public image, but if you want to tarnish it, I suppose I can’t stop you.”
Which made him laugh. “No, you can’t stop me. And the only thing I’m going to tarnish is your chastity.”
She shot him a sultry dark-eyed look over her shoulder. “I think you already have.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me how.” Ty wanted to hear it from her lips, wanted to hear a description of all the things he had done to her.
But she just smiled and said, “I’m not talking about this until we are at our campsite and safely in a tent, where no one can see or hear us.”
He would just have to walk faster, then. “Fair enough,” he told her. “Because I’m planning to pick up where I left off.”
Imogen said, “I’m counting on it.”
Damn it. She was smoking hot as usual, and he couldn’t wait to get her into his sleeping bag.
CHAPTER TWELVE
IMOGEN sat gingerly on a rock and watched Ty moving around the campsite, inspecting the platform tent, hauling wood to the fire circle, and unpacking supplies. Her feet were killing her and she wanted desperately to pry off her boots and rub them, but she knew it would only make Ty feel responsible for her poor choice of footwear and she didn’t want him to feel guilty. It was her fault, not his, that she was inadequately prepared for an outdoor adventure.
Aside from the feet, though, and nearly getting caught with her pants down, literally, by total strangers, so far, so good. The park was beautiful, and she had been in awe standing in the quiet staring at the serenity of the wilderness and at the vastness of the sky. And then, in that moment of unexpectedly pleasant discovery of the majesty of the woods, Ty had tossed out Shakespeare at her.
That had stunned her, wowed her, aroused her. In that moment, with Claudio’s words for Hero flowing off Ty’s lips, Imogen had known that her heart was in jeopardy. Ty was thoughtful, interested in her career, her likes, her opinions. He wasn’t even remotely uptight or pretentious or conceited. When that man had spoken to him on the trail, he had been humble and almost sheepish about being approached. Ty delivering that line from Shakespeare had been wildly romantic, yet at the same time, there was nothing too gushy or melodramatic or whiny about him, as sometimes overly romantic men could become. Ty was all man, as was evidenced by how he’d followed up that quote. He had shoved her against a tree trunk, and shown her exactly how much he wanted her.