Music of the Heart (Runaway Train #1)(59)

playfully. “I was kinda thinking for a minute there that I’d been jilted.”

He glanced up at me. “Sorry. I just needed some air.”

Tilting my head, I gazed up at the stars. “It’s nice out here.”

“Without your dance partner?” he spat.

I couldn’t help the smile that curved on my lips. He was jealous of me dancing with AJ. “The only dance partner I want is out here.”

“Hmm,” he muttered.

Tension hung heavy around us. Trying to ease the mood, I slid out of my killer heels. I groaned in agony. “Remind me to hunt down the person who invented heels.”

“Yeah, well, it’s your fault for going out there with AJ and acting like you two were on Dancing with the Stars or some shit.”

“Jake Slater, I do believe you’re jealous.”

He jerked his gaze to meet mine. “I am not!”

I grinned. “Pity. I kinda like the idea of you being all caveman possessive sometimes.”

“Sure you do.”

I scooted closer to him. “There will never, ever be anything between me and AJ. You know that, right?”

“I guess.”

“He and I just wanted to dance and have fun.”

“And sadly for us, your partner has no rhythm, huh?”

“No, you did just fine before.”

He smirked at me. “Just fine?”

“Fabulous? Incredibly sexy moves?”

“Much better.”

Taking his chin in my hands, I turned his head to where he had to look at me. “For me, it’s always you, and it’s only going to be you, Jake.”

The corners of his lips twitched before they curved up in a cocky grin. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I want you think about this for a minute though. That little bit of jealousy you felt over me and AJ. Magnify it by like a million for what it feels like when I think of all the other women you’ve been with or all the women who want you.”

He glowered at me. “That’s bullshit.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, well, since we’re being honest, that’s how I feel.”

“You’re the only one for me, Angel. Hell, you’re the only one I’m even bothering to try a relationship with. That should tell you something.”

I smiled. “It does, and it means a lot.” I cocked my brows at him. “So are we good?”

“We’re good.”

I winced as I crossed my legs so I could massage one of my aching feet. “Ugh.”

“Here let me,” Jake offered.

“Seriously?”

A sexy gleam burned in his blue eyes. “You know I would never pass up the opportunity to touch you—even if it is your nasty, sweaty feet.”

“Hey now,” I replied as I scooted back on the cement foundation. I swung both my legs up to rest my feet in Jake’s lap.

“Feel good?” he asked as his hands began kneading my foot.

My eyelids fluttered before I closed my eyes. “Mmm, you have magic fingers.”

Jake chuckled. “You have no idea, babe.”

I squinted one eye at him. “Watch it.”

When he dug his hands into the arch of my foot while working the sole as well, I forgot all about his comment. “Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back.

Scooting over, Jake’s body pressed closer against mine. His breath came scorching against my cheek. “Damn, Angel, if I get that kinda response from just massaging your feet, I can’t wait to see what happens when I—”

“Don’t even go there, naughty boy!” I cried, shoving him away.

Not realizing my own strength, Jake wobbled before crashing backwards. I held on to the sides of the fountain for dear life so I wouldn’t go in with him. At the huge splash, I covered my mouth in horror. His legs, that still hung over the concrete side, were the only things dry. He spewed water out of his mouth from where his head had momentarily gone beneath the water. “Oh my God!” I murmured behind my hand.

Propped on his submerged elbows, a stunned Jake stared up at me for a few seconds. Then a smirk stretched across his drenched face. “Besides nailing me in the balls, I think that is the second most epic cockblock you’ve ever given me, Angel!”

I held up my hands. “I’m sorry. I so didn’t mean to do it!”

“You’re just too sassy for your own good. I think you need some cooling off.” A wicked gleam flashed in his clear blue eyes.

I wagged my finger at him. “Oh no. Don’t you dare!” I cried, trying to scramble away.

The next thing I knew Jake’s strong hands were gripping my waist. “No don’t!” I screamed futilely before he hoisted me up and dragged me over the side. I squealed as the first deluge of icy fountain water pricked over my exposed skin like tiny little knives.

Huffing and puffing, I tried to adjust to the temperature as water cascaded down the front of my dress and other areas. “You bastard!” I cried, splashing Jake in the face.

He chuckled as he rubbed his eyes. “You pushed me first.”

“But I didn’t mean to get you wet.” I glanced down at my dress. “Ugh, I’m soaked through.”

He waggled his brows. “I like you wet.”