holding a putter in each hand. She might have planned that.
In any case, she took her time giving him a moist and blatantly suggestive kiss before pulling back. Her breathing was a little unsteady as she stepped away. “May the Force be with you.”
He wasn’t sure if he had the Force on his side or not, but he sure as hell wasn’t thinking about his golf game anymore. Positioning his yellow ball on the mat, he drew back his putter and smacked that ball into the void. Three seconds later the chattering gopher announced that he’d made a hole-in-one.
When he walked up to retrieve his ball, she was there ready to give him a hug. “Are you a believer, now?”
This time he had one arm free, so he pulled her close. “I believe in you, Dulcie.”
“That’s good enough.”
They finished up the round and turned in their equipment. The pinball machines didn’t have the same appeal now that he was thinking about kissing Dulcie some more, but she seemed to have her heart set on giving him a chance to play. He changed some bills for coins because whatever Dulcie wanted tonight, Dulcie would get.
She motioned him toward the machines. “I’ll hold your jacket.”
“Aren’t you going to play?”
“I will, but you go first. I want to watch.”
“All right.” He couldn’t very well say he’d rather leave so they could make out. Besides, the machines were primo and he made a mental note to come back here sometime with the BMUS guys. Video games were awesome but this was so much more visceral. He chose one of his favorites, rolled back his sleeves, and dropped in some coins.
The machine came on and he launched the first ball. God, this was fun. He wrestled the machine to get the ball to go where he wanted it. A player had to use some muscle to win this game and he’d always loved that.
He finished with a decent score and turned to her, breathing hard. “Ready to play?”
“Okay.” She handed him his jacket and proceeded to lose spectacularly. Turning to him with a smile, she shrugged. “Done.”
“You’re not into pinball. You did this for me so I wouldn’t feel too bad about the golf game.”
“Kind of. Do you feel bad about the golf game?”
“No, but your friend Sherman intrigues me. There has to be a way to beat his system. I just haven’t figured it out yet.” He put on his jacket.
“I’d be happy to wait if you want to play another machine.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Another time. It’s late.”
“And you’re hungry.”
He wasn’t, but if getting something to eat would mean spending more time with her, he’d go along with the idea. “Where’s a good place to go around here?”
“I know a cute little diner that’s not too far. We could use the app on the food.”
“Sounds good.” He held the door for her and they walked out into the cool night air.
“Or we could go see what I have in my refrigerator and use the app on that.”
That suggestion brought him to a complete stop. Maybe she was only inviting him to her place for a bite to eat. Or . . . the other possibility sent heat straight to his groin.
Turning to face him, she placed both hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. “Your heart’s beating really fast.”
“Yeah.” He rested his hands loosely on her shoulders because he wasn’t sure where she was going with this and he didn’t want to make assumptions. “You tend to have that effect on me.”
“You have that effect on me, too.” Reaching for his right hand, she placed it in exactly the same spot where he’d hung the donkey tail. “Can you tell?”
His fingers closed over her soft breast. Suddenly he wanted her so much that he didn’t trust himself not to do something rash like pushing her up against his car and shoving both hands under her sweater while he kissed the daylights out of her. He swallowed. “Dulcie . . .”
“Am I moving too fast for you?”
“No.” Lust clogged his throat and made him sound like a frog.
“Then