“There wasn’t any kind of a spark there, and we really didn’t have anything in common. She’s a movie buff. Never misses a new one, regardless of the genre. Me? I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a movie.” She sighed. “Besides, she’s still hung up on her ex. She talks about her all the time.”

“Sorry that didn’t work out.”

Abby stopped walking. “Are you?”

Nic swallowed, stalling. No, of course not. She wasn’t sorry at all. But she nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I know you were looking forward to going out with her.”

“Was I?”

They walked on and Nic finally spotted her truck. She hit the remote to unlock it and Abby nodded.

“Yes, I pictured you driving a truck, not a car.”

She opened the passenger’s door for Abby, who lightly brushed her stomach as she got inside. That innocent—or maybe not so innocent—touch sent her heart racing. What were they doing? She walked around to the driver’s side, pausing before getting inside. She knew what they were doing, didn’t she? She was about to drive them to her apartment. They were about to get naked.

Kind of ironic, she thought. Here she’d come to the bar, hoping to meet someone, someone to make her forget about Abby. Instead, the very woman who’d been roaming—at will—through her dreams for the last six weeks was now sitting in her truck, waiting on her. Waiting on her to take her to bed.

She got inside, glancing at Abby before the light dimmed. Abby’s eyes were full of desire, a desire she remembered well.

“Should we…talk or something?” Nic asked quietly.

“Do you want to talk?”

Did she? Hell, she didn’t know what she wanted. Liar. She started the engine. “Let’s go to my place.”

“Good. And hurry.”

Chapter Forty-four

Abby nearly stumbled as Nic led her up the stairs to her apartment. God, yes, they should talk, shouldn’t they? She had thought they would. At the bar. Visit. Catch up. But no. One look into Nic’s eyes had chased away any plans she’d had. The look in her eyes, yes, but the dance had been her undoing.

So, no, she didn’t want to talk. Not now. They could talk later. Like in the morning. Because right now, she just wanted to strip her clothes off and get into bed. But when Nic unlocked the door and turned the light on, she stopped. Her gaze swept across the room, finding the snow globe, the stocking, and the sight tugged at her heart.

“I…I haven’t gotten around to putting that up yet,” Nic said, clearly embarrassed.