Affection warmed her. He’d dropped her off in town over two hours ago. He must’ve been passing time, waiting for her to finish shopping. He wanted to drive her home.

“It took her a solid hour and a half to figure out she’s not a cowgirl. But, trust me, she’ll find what she’s looking for at Pretty in Pink. Do you know where that is? A block south of town on Everett?”

“I got it,” Brodie said.

“You go.” Rosalina hugged Skylar goodbye. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for spending the morning with me.”

“My pleasure.” Her friend pointed a finger at Brodie. “Don’t rush her. It’s more than a pair of pants, and you know it.” With a wave, she set off for her studio.

Leaving her alone with the man who’d kissed her senseless the night before. “I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” A lovely breeze skittered across the green, shaking the leaves on the trees. It lifted strands of his hair, reminding her that she’d grabbed fistfuls of it.

And pulled.

Oh. My God.

I’m sorry if I hurt your scalp, but from the way your kiss turned frantic I’m thinking it didn’t bother you all that much.

“I grabbed a bite with my brothers. No big deal.” He tipped his chin. “What’re you smiling about?”

I liked kissing you. I want to do it again. Only this time without clothes. “I’m glad to see you.”

“You miss me?”

“Actually, I want your opinion. Want to come shopping with me?”

The way he studied her made her think she had whipped cream on her mouth. Delicately swiping either side with her fingers, she tossed her drink into the garbage can. He still looked like he was trying to read a hidden message on her face.

“Never mind. I’m sure you’ve got a ton to do. I’ll just call for a ride when I’m done. I’ll see you back at the house.” She turned to go, but Brodie’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back. She stumbled and had to catch herself with a hand against his hard chest.

“Yeah, I want to come shopping with you, but what’s she mean, ‘it’s more than a pair of pants, and you know it?’ Is this about the douchenozzle? You looking to buy clothes that make you feel sexy? I thought I kissed the doubt right out of you.”

“And we had such a great run of not addressing my drunken behavior. Come on, let’s get me some clothes.” They headed across the park, both of them ducking to avoid the Frisbee coming straight at them.

“Sorry,” the woman who’d thrown it called.

With jaw-dropping grace, Brodie snatched it out of the air and flung it right back at her.

“Show off,” Rosalina said.