Free Looking Out for Lexy by Kristine Dalton Page A

dancing?”  Lexy settled back against his arm.  He seemed safe enough here.
                  “That sounds like fun, Jack.  I haven’t danced in years.  It sounds wonderful.” 
                  It had been years.  Tom hadn’t taken her out much during their marriage.
                  “Good. I like dancing.  I always liked like getting close to you, Lexy.”  He said it softly, his lips a wisp away from her ear.  He could almost feel the softness of her cheek against his.  Her skin still looked as smooth as silk.  He longed to fondle her face with his hands.  To run his rough fingers over her soft, full ripe lips.  To lower his mouth slowly, watching her as she waited breathlessly for their lips to meet.  Jack Wyatt was losing ground fast.
                  Lexy held her breath a moment.  What would she do if he kissed her now?  She knew he wanted to.  His breath tickled her nose.  He was so close.  All Lexy had to do was turn slightly.  No.  It was too soon.  Too soon.  Lexy forced herself to turn away from temptation, pretending to observe the night life in the big city.  Her heart was hammering wildly against her chest.
                  The cab pulled up to one of the small, intimate places Jack often frequented while in the city.             
                  “I love it.”  Lexy was nearly out of breath, glancing around as they hurried out of the frosty air into the warmth of the small, intimate establishment.  The soft glow of the low hanging lamps at each table, combined with the rather unaffected atmosphere of the place, gave her a comfortable feeling.  Like being in a small town, not New York City.
                  “I don’t get out much at home.  This is very nice.  Very cozy.”
                  “What a waste.”  Jack looked down at her, the lights giving her face a soft, romantic glow, reminiscent of old black and white movies.  He ached to take her in his arms and kiss her properly, long and passionately.  As he’d done so long ago. 
                  “What do you mean, a waste?”  Lexy stared up at him, a puzzled look on her face.
                  “I mean, a gorgeous woman like you sitting at home is a waste.”
                  “I don’t waste my time, Jack.  As a single working mother of two, I don’t have time to waste.”
                  “You got me all wrong, Lexy.  I meant, I mean, Oh hell.  I didn’t mean you were wasting your time.  I meant, ah, you should get out more socially.  You know the saying, all work and no play makes Isabel a dull girl.”
                  “Are you saying I’m dull?  And the saying is, makes Jack a dull boy .”   She cocked her head, peering at him expectantly.
                  “No, no, Geez, that’s not what I was saying at all.” 
                  Man, Lexy was making him feel like he was seventeen again.  He hadn’t meant that at all.  He ran his fingers back and forth through his  dark hair.
                  Lexy smiled sweetly, enjoying her little game.  It was his turn to be nervous.
                  “Well then, Jack, what was it that you were implying.”
                  “I just meant to say, that a good-looking ba-woman like you should have some fun once in a while.  You should get out more, you know, get away from your work.”
                  “I see.  You took care of that for me, Jack.  I’m taking a break now, on your invitation.  I guess you wanted to see if single mothers from small towns were dull or not.”  Lexy had a serious, questioning look on her face again.
                  “No, no, you are taking this all wrong, Lexy.  I don’t think you are dull at all.”  He groped around for the right thing to say.  This wasn’t going