wouldn’t aim for her lips.
Oh God, that’s exactly what he was doing. Shock ripped down her spine as Alex brushed his lips softly across hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Posy.”
Her mind blanked, but her body screamed for more. She skimmed her tongue over her lower lip, gathering the flavors he’d deposited there in the too-brief kiss.
What was she thinking? This couldn’t happen.
Gaining her wits, she buried her nose in the roses. Often commercially-grown roses didn’t carry a rich scent, but these actually did. She inhaled twice more before she was able to meet his gaze.
“Thank you, Alex. I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry.”
“No apologies needed. Seeing you happy is all I wanted.” He held out the chocolates. “Maybe you’ll share?”
As Posy opened her mouth to say she would share anything he wanted, including a firsthand peek at her red lace bra, Loren walked in.
Carrying flowers and chocolate.
* * * * *
When Alex half turned to see Loren holding a mixed bouquet and a box of chocolates from the very same small-town chocolatier Alex’s was from, a growl raised in his throat.
Damn if his box wasn’t bigger too.
He stopped dead in his tracks, annoyance twisting his rugged features. He shot Alex a look then swaggered forward.
“Looks like I’m late to the party,” Loren drawled.
Posy pushed around Alex to greet Loren. “No party. Just…”
“ Giving Posy the gifts I got her,” Alex interjected, folding his arms across his chest.
Last night he and Loren had shoved aside all their differences over Posy and loved each other long into the night. It seemed now nothing had changed. Loren was hell-bent on getting too close to her.
Posy wrapped her arms around Loren’s neck as he handed her the flowers. Jealousy boiled in Alex’s gut. He hadn’t gotten a hug. In fact she hadn’t even kissed him back.
“Thank you, Loren. The flowers are beautiful.” She stepped back, holding two bouquets. And beaming like a beauty queen.
Alex couldn’t tear his gaze from her. She was lit from the inside out. When she looked into his eyes and smiled, he didn’t try to stop himself. He took the plunge. “Go to dinner with me tonight, Posy.”
Her smile faltered. “What? As …friends?”
He lifted a shoulder. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Loren’s eyebrows drew downward, punctuating his displeasure. “Friends, sure.”
“We’re all friends,” Posy said quickly.
“No, there’s more,” Alex said, challenging Loren. “For weeks I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Posy.”
She sucked in a breath.
He barreled on despite Loren’s glare. “I want to kiss you until your knees turn to jelly. Then I want to strip off those sexy clothes that drive me crazy.” He gestured to her blouse, wishing she hadn’t closed it. That glimpse of her red bra had made him instantly hard.
“Now wait a damn minute. You’re not the only man with a crush. Posy, you’re a gorgeous and smart woman, and I love making you laugh. Does that earn me any points?” Loren crowded close to her. The way they stood revealed their comfort level with each other. Alex didn’t like it one bit.
He especially didn’t like this competition they’d somehow gotten into.
Posy’s eyes were wide, her lips a perfect O of shock.
Alex stroked her fingers gripping his bouquet. “Sweetheart, we have history. We swam in the river and climbed trees together. I got you out of that scrape by lying to your mom about where you were after you sneaked out of the tent to go with your friends to drink beer.”
She nodded. “You did save my ass. I would have been grounded for a month.”
“ We have history too, baby,” Loren said. “Remember after that school dance when you didn’t have a ride home and I drove you?”
“What?” Alex’s chest tightened. “I didn’t know about that.”
“Nothing happened,” she said.
“True, but I came to your rescue. And if I recall, I gave you advice about