Protecting His Pregnant Lover - Leslie North Page 0,3

on ship schematics and battlefield diagrams, anything to cool the ardor boiling within him. “I was thinking of a different word.”

“Really?” Olive tapped the toe of her pump on the floor, clearly having had enough of his crap. He remembered her doing that back when they were in school too. She’d never put up with his excuses back then either. Always pushing him to do his best, always believing he could do better, be better. Honestly, she’d been one of the few people who didn’t let him skate by because of his looks and his charm. Levon wasn’t sure he’d be where he was without Olive’s help. A new emotion, gratitude, joined the vibrant attraction humming through him like an electric charge. Her snarky response only increased his interest. Her dark eyes were twinkling and the pink in her cheeks had darkened. If Levon didn’t know better, he’d think she was flirting with him—that she was just as turned on by this volatile chemistry between them as he was. But that couldn’t be right, could it? Olive back in high school had been all work and no play. Looking at her now though, all sexy and sophisticated, maybe more than her appearance had changed. She gave him a tiny half-smile full of smoulder and said, “What word is that?”

He tried to come up with an equally provocative response, but his mind was too preoccupied with how she looked, how she smelled, how she might taste if he kissed her. Levon played it off with shrug, blaming his dyslexia again because it was as good an excuse as any. “You know me. Takes me a while to think of what to say.” Especially with you so close.

“I’ll wait.” She tilted her head, exposing that delectable throat of hers and damn, now all he could think about was nuzzling that spot right beneath her ear. Damn, he had it bad for Olive Owen and that wasn’t good. “I’m good at waiting.”

“I remember,” he said quietly, memories of their long study sessions back in high school replaying in his head. “Uh, how about we get out of here and you let me buy you a drink and we can talk about the old days?”

“The old days?” Olive narrowed her gaze on him a moment as if considering his request, her red lips compressed. For a long moment he thought she might turn him down, and Levon was surprised by how disappointed that prospect made him. Then she smiled and nodded. “Sure. I guess I’ve been waiting long enough to see how you turned out. Tonight, I get my answer. Where should we go?”

“Is the Rusty Spike still open?” he asked, waiting while she locked up her classroom, then following her to the exit. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in town.”

“Yeah, it’s still there,” Olive said, pushing out into the cool night. The parking lot and his waiting truck were not far away. “Still a total dive too.”

“If there’s somewhere else you want to go…”

“No. The Rusty Spike is fine. Not much else to choose from around here,” she said, walking beside him down the sidewalk, the orangeish glow from the streetlights catching fire in the highlights running through her chocolate-colored curls. Levon felt an insane urge to run his fingers through them to see if they felt as soft as they looked, but he didn’t think Olive would appreciate him messing up her fancy new do.

“Which car is yours?” she asked, jarring him out of his inappropriate thoughts.

“Oh, that one,” he said, pointing to the shiny black extended cab Ford. It was a nice ride, with plenty of leg room for him and all the bells and whistles inside. If he’d been in the market for a vehicle of his own, this would be the one he’d get. As it was, he wouldn’t be in town long enough to do much driving. He’d be off on his last SEAL mission soon enough. “It’s a rental.”

“Nice.”

He clicked the button on the key fob and the lights flickered as the doors clicked open. Olive opened the passenger side door before Levon could get there to do it for her and climbed into her seat, buckling her seatbelt while he walked around the front of the truck and slid in behind the wheel. Soon he’d cranked the engine and pulled out of the lot, heading for the only bar in town. While he drove, awkward silence descended between them again, until Olive started chatting