"I'm really glad that Diva's back. My wallet was hurting after last night." Perry, the bartender, looked over at his boss who had been in a trance like state all night. He smiled and patted John roughly on the back. "Give it up, boss. You're not her type."
"She's a lesbian. I'm sure of it," a man with a scruffy voice said between sips of beer.
John looked over at both of them warily before refocusing his attention on Eva. Apparently, Eva had left a trail of heartbroken suitors in her wake. John knew he probably wasn't her type, but it didn't stop him from dreaming. No matter what she was calling herself, she was still Evangeline in his eyes.
He watched as she gave special attention to certain patrons. They were the ones who were making the most noise after her disappearance last night. She'd more than made up for her missed performance. On such short notice, there wasn't a live band backing her, so she'd taken requests for her karaoke performances.
John paid less attention to her singing and was more focused on her dress. Long ago, when they were dating, he'd seen it hanging in her closet and asked what he'd have to do to get her in that dress. She smiled and asked him what he was talking about as she walked over to her closet. Her smile grew wider when she saw the dress he was looking at. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and promised that if he was a good boy all year long then he'd find her in it under the Christmas tree. In response, he pulled her to his chest and kissed her neck sweetly. He whispered that he was hoping for Christmas in July, but even then it didn't matter. He fucked things up with her long before December or even July.
He shook his head refusing to keep living in the past. Yes, he'd screwed up, but that was long ago. She seemed to hate him less, and that was a good start. He was attracted to Eva's feisty personality, but he missed Evangeline. He always had and he probably always would.
"McBain, if you're going stare at my ass all night, you should at least try to be more discreet about it." Eva was now standing right in front of him with her hands pressed flat against the top of the bar.
John smiled right in her face and wasn't going to try and lie his way out of it. Half the guys in the bar had been drooling over her in that dress. Now that he was thinking about it, it was more like a gown. It was black with spaghetti thin straps and a low cut back. There was a split on the left side that went up to her mid-thigh. From the look of the dress, it had to be made of silk, but John knew from experience that whatever it was it wasn't softer than her skin.
John swallowed hard and shook his head. 'No need to torture yourself,' he thought to himself. He would not be that kind of guy. He wouldn't take advantage of her when she was so out of sorts.
"Martini, extra dry and extra dirty." John ordered her signature drink and motioned for her to sit.
Eva looked at him with a raised eyebrow knowing that he didn't know his bartender so well. "It'll be your funeral, McBain." She looked over at Perry with a smile and challenged him to prove her wrong. "I'll take a gin and tonic."
John smiled briefly. He had to stop treating her like Evangeline or he would surely get her claws again. With a grimace, John watched as Perry prepared his drink and then Eva's.
Eva studied his face and could already tell that he wasn't going to like the drink. She'd known Perry for quite a while, and it had always been a mystery to her why Gunner had kept him around. The kid couldn't make a mixed drink to save his live. "What are you waiting for, McBain? Drink up."
John cut his eyes over at her before glancing down at his drink. He didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, so he would have to suck it up. He tapped the rim of his glass against Eva's before taking a sip. "That definitely has some bite to it." John couldn't hide the look of distaste on his face. He grabbed Eva's drink and took a big swig trying to get the lingering taste out of his mouth.
Eva laughed at John and at Perry. She'd tried giving him some tips on how to improve his techniques, but he was too stubborn to listen. Since Eva had the reputation of being a bitch some people just thought she was being too picky. All the patrons here were always so polite, so it was nice to see someone knocking him down a few pegs.
"What? You don't like it?" He stood with his hands on his hips and looked John up and down. He wasn't about to stand around and get dissed by a bunch of old people.
"I didn't say that." John looked for a way to diffuse the situation. He wasn't trying to bust the guy's chops, but that drink was horrible. He looked over at Perry and read him like a book. He was young, well at least for this crowd. He'd tended bar at some beach that was likely a spring break hot spot. It wasn't like a bunch of drunken underage kids would know a good drink when they had one anyway.
"Don't be so polite." Eva slapped John's arm lightly. "People want to have more than just a beer or a glass of wine when they get off work. It's time to shape up or ship out soldier." Eva kept picking at him. It wasn't that she didn't like him. She just had a bit of a mean streak.
"Hey screw you!" He slammed his hand down on the top of the bar and stared at her angrily. He kept waiting for John to step in like Gunner always had. "Come on boss, toss her out on her ass. I don't see why we have to cater to this old barfly." Now that she'd bruised his pride, he was singing a different tune.
"Enough." John put his hand up to silence them both. He looked over at Eva quizzically. He'd never known Evangeline to be confrontational. "Perry, Eva is right. That drink you just made was not something that I would serve to anyone."
"Whatever." He crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "I don't think you can do better." He looked John up and down. "Let's both make a straight up extra dry martini and see which one the lady prefers."
"Fine." John spoke up quickly. He could hear the smart remark that Eva was readying.
"So, if he loses you'll fire him, right?" Eva watched as Perry tossed a few cubes of ice along with a splash of vermouth and some vodka into his metal shaker. He just looked like a punk kid to her, but he wasn't a kid. He was at least twenty-five, so that I'm such a badass attitude was more than annoying.
John chose to ignore her. He didn't want to upset things any further. He just watched as Perry shook the shaker violently. He had to laugh at how a single movie had such a big impact. The average person didn't know that a martini was meant to be stirred and not shaken, and that vodka was not a standard ingredient. Whether she remembered or not, John didn't know, but Evangeline had sophisticated taste, so she could taste a good martini. Though he wasn't big on mixed drinks, John too knew what did or did not make a good drink.
John waited until Perry was completely finished mixing his drink before he went to task. He poured just a tiny amount of vermouth in the glass and then swirled it around until the inside of the glass was completely coated with none remaining to settle in the bottom of the glass. Then he put a few cubes of ice along with a few ounces of gin into a shaker and stirred it gently. He strained the gin into the glass and then placed a toothpick with two olives into the glass.
Eva had watched both men's preparations and their methods seemed to be like their personalities. Perry's was over the top, show and complicated for no good reason. John's method was straight forward and simple. He looked like he'd done everything right, but the proof was in the glass in front of her.
"You owe me big for this, McBain." She sipped Perry's drink and was surprised that it wasn't as bad as she remembered, but it still wasn't good either. She sipped the glass of water that John had put in front of her. It was enough to wash the taste of her mouth and that was a relief. "Not bad, actually." She decided that she'd be fair and honest.
"Told you." Perry was smiling from ear to ear. "Nobody can say that I don't know what I'm doing." John just nodded preferring to let his work speak for itself.
Eva took a sip from the other glass and couldn't contain her reaction. She let out a soft moan and the smile that formed on her lips was curling John's toes. John watched her reaction and that alone made this whole little exchange worth it. That last time he'd seen that smile he was hovering over her and coming down from cloud nine himself.
Eva declared him the winner and it was to Perry's chagrin. Perry spent the rest of the night sulking, and John spent the rest of the night tending bar. He'd wanted to spend more time talking with Eva, but she had a crowd of suitors and there was an unusually high volume of mixed drink orders. From the bits and pieces that he picked up from her conversations, it wasn't common knowledge that she had amnesia. Eva was a lot like Evangeline; neither one of them was looking for anyone to pity them.
As the night wore on, Eva's crowd of suitors thinned out. She'd been kind and flirty to each of them, but she wasn't looking for a relationship or even a hook up. John had kept his eye on her because he'd never seen her drink that much. Including that time in the basement, he'd never seen her drunk. Back then they were both blaming their actions on the alcohol, but they'd just given into raw desire like a couple of teenagers. The only difference was that they weren't inexperienced kids fooling around for the first time. Their first encounter was brief, but they'd touched each other in ways that would make sure neither one of them would ever forget the other.
Last call came and went, and John was glad that Eva had stuck around. John had offered to drive her home since she was pretty drunk, and she'd surprisingly taken him up on the offer. Neither one of them was comfortable with a cab driver taking her to her secluded home when she was in such a state.
"Sorry that took so long." John slipped his jacket over her shoulders as he approached her from behind. It was just after 3 and cleanup had taken longer than expected.
"It's fine. I'm just ready to go home now." Eva leaned back against John's chest unintentionally. She was exhausted and her heels were killing her. She cursed herself for having such a lack of control. She'd be in hell tomorrow morning. "I guess now I'm going to owe you one for this."
"I'm sure that's just the alcohol talking," John joked. He watched Eva swaying and could see how tired she was.
Suddenly, Eva felt weightless. "What?" she spoke softly, and it took her a moment to realize that John was carrying her. Her body felt warm all over and she drifted off to sleep a few moments later.
John held her in his arms and stared down at her face. She was still so beautiful to him. He thought about the long drive up to her place and the even longer one alone back to his place in the city. For the first time in his life, John had a selfish thought and he acted on it. Sure, there would be hell to pay tomorrow, but that was hours away. For now, he would enjoy being with her. Carefully, he carried her up the stairs to his apartment. It took a little balance to get the door open without waking her. He carried her into the dark apartment and laid her gently in the center of his bed. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and stroked her face and hair ever so gently as not to wake her. Long minutes passed, and he watched her as he had so many nights before.
"You were a fool, McBain." He thought of the happiness that he could have had with her and wondered just why he'd throw it all away, and for what.
He put his hand to his forehead and wondered why he was doing this. She'd broken up with him and for good reason. He wasn't man enough to change then, and though time had passed he was still the same man. It wouldn't be fair for him to pull her into his drama again, and it wouldn't be fair for him to be denied such a perfect love. Life sure was complicated.
Sure, she'd lost her memory, but that meant that she didn't have to remember the pain and disappointment of their break up. For that he was envious of her. John leaned in as if to kiss her on the forehead but thought better of it. He pulled the blanket over her and headed to the fridge for a cold one.
Eva lay in bed smiled at the sun shining on her face. She felt great. She looked at the glowing display of the clock and was surprised. She'd slept through the night for the first time since she'd come out of her coma. Her smile and good mood faded quickly. "What the hell?" She looked down at the blue sheets beneath her and the white shirt that she was wearing. "Where am I?" She threw the blankets back and hopped out of bed.
"Good morning," John called out to her. From the look that she gave him, he could tell that she was surprised and pissed.
"What did you do?!" She snatched the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself. "You pervert! You got me drunk so that you could bring me back to your apartment and take my clothes off."
"Nothing that I haven't seen before," he joked and that pissed her of more. "Relax, Eva." John stretched and ran his hands through his hair.
"Don't tell me to relax." Her eyes darted around John's apartment taking in the details of her surroundings. Her eyes settled on John and the smile on his face was only pissing her off more. She combed her fingers through her hair knowing that it was probably a mess. "Where's my dress?"
"In the bathroom where you left it." John pointed to the door and kept his eyes trained on her. "I didn't take your clothes off, Eva. You woke up about twenty minutes after I brought you up here. I offered to take you home, but you just waved me off. I gave you a shirt, which you changed into all by yourself, and then you climbed back into bed and fell asleep."
Evangeline cut her eyes toward the bathroom door and chewed on her bottom lip. Her memories of last night were still fuzzy. She would have to take his word for it. "Could you bring me my dress?" she snapped unintentionally. She was angrier at herself for being so comfortable with him.
Silently, John walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the hanger that her dress was on. He held it carefully, making sure it didn't drag across the floor, and lay it on top of the bed. "I wasn't trying to take advantage of you. I was so tired last night, and the last thing I wanted was to go driving on some dark isolated road to take you home."
Eva softened, just a bit. She could see in his eyes that he was being honest. The ability to read people was one of the things she hated having. "I shouldn't have gotten so drunk last night." Eva lay back on John's bed and yawned.
John chuckled and stuffed his hands down in his pockets. He stood near the bed and tried to figure out what he was supposed to do next. He'd never been good at this kind of stuff. With Evangeline, she'd always done most of the talking and that was fine with him. That just meant that he had less of a chance to say something stupid. "Well it's okay to let your hair down every now and then."
"What time is it?" She let her eyelids closed and contemplated just falling back to sleep. Thankfully, she didn't have a hangover. She was just very tired.
"Ten thirty." John spoke softly. He could see how tired she was, and he wasn't about to do anything that would make her want to leave.
Eva just nodded. She ran through a list of things she had to do today and decided that she could blow off a few things for a few more hours of sleep. She thought she heard John say something, but she didn't respond. She rolled over and gave in to the Sandman.
"Eva?" John leaned in and listened for the sound of her light snores. He touched her hair lightly and then pulled away. He'd watched her sleeping all night and it was hard for him not to go to her. Again, he'd been on his best behavior and he wasn't going to push his limits. He'd let her sleep for as long as she would and he would try and get some things done. He thought about leaving her a note, but decided that he'd be back before she woke up.
When Eva woke for the second time, she was surprised to find that John was gone. She felt completely refreshed and relaxed. It was unnerving when she realized that it wasn't just the alcohol that had her so relaxed. John's rugged scent lingered in the air and it was soothing to her. After that realization, she decided it best to be gone before John got back. She looked at her gown that was draped over the back of a chair and shook her head in disgust. She wasn't looking forward to getting back into that dress. It was a beautiful evening gown, but it was nearly 2pm now and the dress was hardly appropriate for the weather which was near freezing.
Taking the walk of shame was the least of her worries. She'd rushed down the stairs and to her car. She hadn't even bothered to put on her heels. She climbed into her Mercedes and was greeted by her cold leather seats. By the time her seats warmed up she was nearly home, and all she was thinking about was taking a hot shower. Eva stood motionless in the shower lost in thought. She wasn't one for daydreaming, but this was an exception. Her eyes closed as the warm water washed over her. It was the sound of her ringing cellphone that brought her out of her thoughts. Instinctively, she rushed out of the shower to get to her phone. She answered before looking at the caller id. "Hello?"
"Hey Vange," a familiar voice responded from the other end. Eva bit down on her bottom lip, hard, and fought the urge to just hang up the phone. She really needed to get back in the habit of screening her calls.
"Vange are you still there?" Layla sat on the edge of her bed and put her hand on top her abdomen. Her little one was kicking up a storm.
Eva blew out a slow breath and swallowed her anger. Layla was her least favorite person to talk to. She wasn't accepting at all of Eva and that was a huge source of tension. Even when asked politely, she still refused to call her by her chosen name.
"Is something wrong with Lisa?" If this wasn't an emergency, she wasn't going to sit around chatting it up with Layla. Layla didn't like Eva and the feeling was mutual.
"What? No, mom is fine." Layla smiled at Cris as he walked through the bedroom to their closet. She'd never been happier or felt more complete than when she was with Cristian. Now they were their own family, and she wanted her sister to share in that. It was complicated because Cris was Evangeline's ex, but that was in the past and she should have forgiven them for that.
"Then what is it?" Eva pulled her robe tighter around her body and walked over to her vanity.
"I just wanted to talk. You're my sister. I want to know that you're okay. How did it go last night?" Layla sighed a little. She wasn't used to Evangeline being so headstrong, and that's why they kept butting heads. Evangeline had always been the forgiving older sister, and it was hard for Layla to adjust to this angry woman.
"It was fine." Eva opted for the easiest route. She'd keep it short and get her off the phone quickly. If she didn't, Layla would end up crying to their mother. Eva didn't want to give Lisa anymore heartache. "I sang. I got drunk. I spent the night with John. I came home."
Layla gasped and felt like the wind had been punched out of her. Eva hadn't been too forthcoming with the details of her life, but Layla knew she was too self absorbed to get involved with anyone.
"John?! Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?" she hissed at her in a hushed tone. She didn't want to worry Cris.
"Excuse me?" Eva stared at herself in the mirror and saw the anger that flashed in her eyes. She wasn't about to take any crap from her backstabbing sister. "You don't even know him. Who the hell are you to judge me?" She lied and it came so easily too.
Layla breathed a sigh of relief. "God, look, I'm so sorry. My mind just automatically went to John McBain, and to think of you getting involved with him just pissed me off. He's the last person you need in your life."
Eva scoffed. "Yeah, because you're such a good judge of character. You're married to a man who seems to have a thing for sleeping with sisters." Eva remembered hearing that he was involved with three Buchanan girls.
"This isn't about Cris, it's about you." Layla wasn't about to let Eva start talking bad about Cris. He was her child's father. So he wasn't perfect; that was true for everyone.
"You're making all the crazy life changing decisions. I know you don't remember who you are, but I do, and this isn't who you are. Evangeline wouldn't have destroyed her friends like that. She wouldn't have abandoned her career. She wouldn't be treating her family like this." Layla swiped at the tear that rolled down her cheek.
"I'm not Evangeline! A fact that you seem to be forgetting, and here I thought I was the one with memory problems." Eva could give as good as she got, and she wouldn't pull any punches. Maybe if she got Layla angry enough, she'd be able to avoid these troublesome calls altogether.
"But you could remember! There are things that you can do, but you're so damn stubborn that you're not willing to try! How can you be so selfish?" Layla was shouting now though she tried to stay calm.
"You go to hell!" Eva was seething now. "How dare you call me selfish? I see why you want Evangeline back. It's hard to deal with someone who won't push their feelings aside to protect yours. You're the one being selfish! You're only thinking about how hard this is for you. You, you, you. It's always about you isn't!"
"You know, I really love you, but you make this so damn hard. I have my limits, and I've nearly reached them. I'm probably not the only one too. If you keep pushing, you're going to push everyone away and then you'll be all alone." Layla smiled as she felt Cristian's arms wrapped around her.
"One can only hope." Eva replied nastily. She could hear Layla crying through the phone and it didn't affect her in the slightest. "Let's spare each other the headache. Don't call again. If you want to know what's going on with me, ask Lisa." Eva hung up her phone shut and slammed it down on her vanity. She could already feel a headache coming on. Sure, she woke up in a virtual stranger's apartment, but today had started off so good. She refused to let this one conversation ruin her day. She dressed quickly and then went back to the vanity for her phone. She scrolled through her phone and it was ringing before she was even thinking.
"Hello?" John was just finishing changing the sheets on his bed. He was disappointed to see that Eva was gone by the time he got back. She'd left him a note, if you could even call it that. Thanks. That was all that was scribbled on a piece of printer paper and taped to his bathroom door.
"Hey John," Eva's voice cracked as her actions caught up with her. In her mind, she was spiting Layla and possibly Evangeline for hanging out with John. "What's up?"
"Nothing much." John stopped in his tracks. He tried to control his breathing hoping that she was fine. "Are you okay? You make it home alright?" He wasn't expecting to hear from her until her next scheduled performance.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She felt at a loss for words. Why was this so hard? He was just a guy. She shook her head and decided not to chicken out. "Sorry to have left so abruptly. You were nice enough to put me up when I was drunk, so I figure I owe you one." John smiled and shook his head. "I won't forget that, you know." His smile widened. He thought of a few naughty ways that she could repay him. "Anyway, I was thinking that maybe you could come over." She checked her hair in the mirror and decided to forgo wearing makeup. "We could watch the game today. I'm rooting for the Eagles. If you're not, you can sit this one out."
John looked at his watch. Even if he sped the whole way there, he'd miss the kickoff. Why was she giving him such a last-minute phone call? "Sure." Eva had been so hot and cold. She was impossible for John to read. Her unpredictability didn't matter in the slightest. He'd missed Evangeline, and John wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to spend time with her; even if she was still Eva.
"Yeah, I know it's really short notice, sorry about that." Eva chewed her bottom lip and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "I've got Tivo, so I'll make sure that we don't miss kickoff. I'll see you when you get here."
"Okay, well I've got a few things to take care of here, but I'll see you in about an hour." John hung up the phone and looked around his apartment. Deciding that his quick clean job could wait, he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He wanted to get to Eva before her mood soured.
Eva checked her appearance in the mirror and thought about changing. "Get a grip, girl. He's just coming over for the game. It's not like this is a date." Eva spoke out loud, but her words weren't that convincing.
She went downstairs and setup some snacks and made sure the beer was good and cold. Time slipped away from her, and before she knew it she was rushing to answer the door. She pulled the door open without looking knowing that it had to be John. She smiled at him warmly and ushered him inside.
"Cold enough for you."
"Mmmhmm, and here I thought the northeast got cold." John blew into his hands and then rubbed them together. He smiled down at her and had to laugh. She was wearing a pink McNabb Eagle's jersey. She had a white turtleneck on underneath, and she was wearing a pair of faded dark blue jeans. It was always nice to see her dressed in casual clothes.
"Let me take your coat," Eva offered. She frowned at the leather coat when he placed it in her hands. "You're probably going to want to get a jacket with some lining. If you don't, you'll catch a cold and you'll only have yourself to blame."
"I'll take that under advisement." John stared at her butt as she walked the few steps to the closet. She'd turned back around unexpectedly as she was placing his coat on a hanger and he knew he'd been caught.
Eva blushed at his gumption, and then rolled her eyes. She'd put more than a few men in their place for ogling her. "I don't have much in the way of snacks." She motioned for him to follow her. "College football requires pizza and pro football demands wings."
"Sounds good to me." John surveyed the spread and saw all the necessities: chips, pretzels, wings, dip, nuts and beer. "I forgot to ask you yesterday, but where'd you get this beer." John read the label and made a mental note.
"Oh, I drove up to Olympia a few months back and had a pint at this very small tavern if you will. This beer, Kearins, it's brewed there locally by a family of brothers. They're really peculiar about how it's distributed, but I convinced one of them to let me take away a case or two." John could tell from her smile that she'd used a woman's touch to persuade him.
"Figures," John had fallen in love with the taste and it would figure that it wouldn't be easily accessible. "I never pegged you as much of a beer drinker." Like yesterday, he sat on the very end of the sofa making sure to give her enough space. He threw his hand over the back and stared at her expectantly.
"I'm not, generally, but beer and football go hand in hand." She passed him a cold one and unexpectedly she sat down close to John. She was playing a dangerous game with him.
John sucked in a deep breath and held it. He'd chosen to wear a black short sleeved shirt to compliment his black jeans and that had been a mistake. Her long hair brushed across his arm and sent shivers up his spine. He'd wanted to snatch his arm away, but that wouldn't look good. Instead he played it smooth. He slid his arm along the back of the sofa allowing his fingers to gently caress her long hair. When his arm was out of her personal space he'd reached forward for a handful of nuts and tossed them in his mouth. His plan had been pretty good except now he didn't know where to put his arm. He sat next to her uncomfortably wishing that it was like before. He would just pull her under his arm and rest his head on top of hers. Eva hit the play button on the remote and the game starting was enough of a distraction to keep his mind out of the gutter.
For a very short 2 hours and 37 minutes, John and Eva cheered and laughed as the Eagles systematically disassembled their opponent. Eva was surprised at how easy it was to hang out with John. It was probably because he didn't say much. Every now and then Eva would catch John staring blankly at the TV as if he was lost in though. Then the Eagles would have a big play and he'd snap out of it. Part of her wanted to ask, but she didn't know how.
"You want another beer?" She looked at his empty bottle and then back into his piercing blue eyes. She didn't stare at him for too long. She felt uneasy under his intense gaze.
"Nah." John had actually had a really good time with her. She was just as vocal today as she had been the first time they'd watched the Eagles play. That time had been special though. It was when they'd gone from lovers to partners, and he'd really wanted to grow and change with her. Being with her today was a constant reminder of all the ways he'd failed her.
"You're doing it again." Eva waved her hand in front of his face. He blinked surprised. "Every now and then you get this far off look. Am I boring you?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and reached for the pretzels.
"Hardly. I was just thinking that's all." He set his beer bottle down on the coaster that he'd been given and then looked down at his watch. It wasn't even six o'clock yet, so he wasn't quite ready to call it a night. He also didn't want to overstay his welcome.
"Thinking about?" She waited for him to fill her in, but he only shrugged his shoulders in response. She shook her head and realized she wasn't going to get much out of him. It was her mother who told her that he was not much of a talker and now she was experiencing that for herself.
"So, I guess I'd better get going. I'm sure you've got some teacher prep stuff that you've got to get done." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He really didn't want to leave.
Eva poked out her bottom lip and shook her head. "I'm a music teacher. There's not a lot of prep work that goes into my job." She started gathering the empty beer bottles and set them all together on top of the table.
"I guess there wouldn't be." John cursed at how hard this was. She wasn't telling him to go, but she wasn't asking him to stay either. "Well you've probably got an early day, so." He smiled at her politely giving her the out that she hadn't asked for.
Eva felt a little sad that he was so insistent on getting away from her. "Wait," her body moved automatically. Her hand rested on his forearm and she looked down nervously. "You can stay a little while longer right?"
John put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. He stared into her warm brown eyes and felt at peace. "Yeah, I can stay a while." John stared at her intently wondering if he should just go for it. Her lips looked so inviting and he'd been dying to taste her again.
"Good," Eva smiled brightly and pulled her head away. Just like that the connection was broken. Eva stood and turned from him sucking in deep measured breaths. 'The hell was up with that look he was giving me,' she thought to herself, 'and why is my heart pounding.' Maybe it was because she was so horny or maybe it was because he was so good looking. Whatever it was, Eva was like a moth to a flame. She almost wanted to know more about John and his connection to Evangeline.