Starting with another kiss.

THE SUN WAS setting when Roni asked Quincy to pull into the pharmacy parking lot.

“What are we getting here?” he asked.

“You’ll see. But we have to be fast. We only have twenty minutes to get back to the bar.”

They hurried into the pharmacy, and he followed her down the aisles. She grabbed a hair removal kit.

“I’m totally cool with bikini waxes,” Quincy said. “But you don’t need to do that now.”

She made a tsk sound and playfully smacked his stomach, heading up to the register. “It’s not for me. It’s on our list.”

“Is there another list I don’t know about?” he asked as he paid for the wax. “Does it involve silk ties? Because I could totally be down for that.”

She rolled her eyes as they headed back outside.

“How about whipped cream? Is that on this new list?” he asked. “Because that’d be cool, too.”

“Maybe Dixie can add that next year.” She stopped beside the truck and said, “I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Are we getting naked in the parking lot?”

“We have to wax a body part. It’s worth one hundred points and could make us the winners.” She waved to his shirt. “Take it off.”

“Hell no. I’ve seen that movie The 40-Year-Old Virgin. I know what wax does to a dude’s chest.”

“Fine.” She lifted the hem of his T-shirt and peeked under it. “There’s not enough hair on your stomach.” She dropped to one knee.

“Uh, babe. I can’t touch you, but you’re allowed to go down on me in a public parking lot? Okay.” He reached for the button on his jeans.

“No I’m not!” She laughed, turning bright red, and began rolling up his jeans. “I’m looking for a hairy body part.”

He snickered, and she gave him a deadpan look.

She ran her hand up and down his calf. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah it is. Do it a little higher.”

She pushed to her feet, smiling from ear to ear. “Do you have scissors, or a knife, or something?”

He covered his dick with his hands. “I like you, babe, but you’re not getting near that with anything sharp besides your teeth.”

“Ohmygod. Quincy!” She turned away, but she was laughing. “You are impossible.”

“For you, I’m more than possible. I’m a sure thing.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “We’re running out of time. Why do you need scissors?”

“To cut the wax strip.”

He unlocked the truck and grabbed his pocketknife from the glove compartment. She opened the package and reached for the knife.

“I’ll do it, babe.” He couldn’t even believe he was going to let her do this.

Yeah, he could, because it was Roni, and he’d have a hell of a time denying her anything.

“I can handle a knife,” she said, taking it from his hands, and knelt on the ground, huddling over the strip as she cut it. Then she peered up at him from behind those sexy glasses, her hazel eyes swimming with the unmistakable combination of amusement and lust—his new favorite look—and said, “This might hurt.”