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Mostly with quick touches in public, but he could have stopped her at any moment. Taken her elbow and arm and pulled her outside. Something, anything.
    He’d given her smoldering looks, but that was it. Just hot looks that set her teeth on edge. Made her thighs clench. She’d never tolerated games and teasing like this, but then again, Jacob made it exciting. Things like his fingers twirling in her ponytail right now with his knuckles grazing her neck and shooting streams of shivers down her back. It took a lot of focus, but she managed to point to the ice. “Work first. Then play.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He gave her hair a gentle tug and released.
    He filled the five-gallon bucket faster than she thought possible and led him around to the front of the diner, dodging the kitchen. She stepped up the ladder she’d already put out, removed the lid from the coke machine and climbed back down. “Dump it in, then two more bucketfuls and we’re done.”
    “That’s it?”
    She smiled. “That’s it.”
    He grabbed a nearby chair off a table, pulled it around and faced it toward the coke machine. “Sit.”
    She slipped onto the chair at his command.
    He grinned. “I like obedience.”
    She chuckled. “It’s more about me running on my feet over this concrete floor for the last three hours than obeying you.”
    He leaned over. A hand closed around the back of her chair just over her shoulder. “You say that now. Wait ‘til later.”
    Oh, God. And that right there was why she was so into this thing they were doing. The spicy scent from the curve of his neck. Simple, short sentences that prickled her skin. Warm breath easing over her shoulder. That stripping line was getting pretty damn close.
    He stood and carried the bucket around the corner and into the back. She waited and admired the sway of his hips as he walked. The way his jeans clung to his thighs and butt. Gah , she could just reach up and get her hands on all that. Give both cheeks a full squeeze. Then he returned and poured the ice into the drink machine. Only he didn’t use the ladder, merely stretched and emptied. His arms reached high. His shirt pulled against his flat stomach, molded across his chest and she could do nothing but sit back in the chair and stare with her tongue thick in her mouth.
    He turned and winked at her. “Like the show?”
    More than she could ever explain. “How about a private performance later?”
    His lips parted and silence was long and awkward. “Uh, it’ll be your turn.”
    She laughed. “Have we found something you’re afraid of?”
    “More like a lack of skills and too much dignity.”
    “Hmm.” She grinned as he started off. “Sounds like a dare is in order.”
    “You’ll have to do better than that.”
    He started toward the back, and she called after him, “Triple-dog dare ya ?”
    His laughter echoed through the empty front of the diner and left her sinking against the old padded chair and slouching until he returned.
    He lifted the last bucket up over his head and dumped the ice in. “With three brothers, the fear of refusing a triple-dog dare isn’t in me.”
    With her mouth practically hanging open, she had to work hard at forcing a frown. “You’re not near as much fun as I was expecting. I’m disappointed.”
    His eyebrow lifted as he put the lid back over the machine. “Are we ready to stop playing these games and find out?”
    “For the record, you started these games.”
    “No ma’am. I asked for a number and that’s when you started it.”
    She pushed her chair away and reached for the ladder she’d gotten out. She tsk’d at him as she moved. “Faulty memory. I was ready to rock ‘n’ roll until you threw out that line about the anticipation thing.”
    “Well, I can’t complain too much about the last few days over that.”
    He put the bucket away and she hung the scoop back in its spot and shut the ice machine door. He stepped around her, moving and gliding like a lion cornering its