Driven To Distraction: Driven To Distraction / Winging It. Candy Halliday

when he said, “Are you sure?” He leaned closer to her face. Her lips glistened after she licked them. He wanted to kiss her—just for show, of course. Mostly for show, anyway. All right, forget the show. “Maybe we should—”

      “Go home. Yes, that’s what we should do,” she said in a breathless rush of words. “Our mission here is done.”

      Done, Barrett thought. But not over. He was a research scientist, after all. And he had a lot more research to do on Stacy.

      THIS ENTIRE SITUATION was unfair, Stacy thought as she readied herself for a jog at six-thirty in the morning—sixthirty! After which, she had to teach her workout class. If she’d slept well, that would have helped. She couldn’t even blame Weasel Boy. Barrett had kindly offered to keep him so she wouldn’t have to abide his whining all night.