“Maybe I could…thank you properly?” She gestured with her head toward the unisex bathroom on the side of the diner. Joe looked completely taken aback. Oh god, that was too bold. Maybe she should pretend she’d been kidding around.
“Are you serious?” he asked. That cute lopsided smile broke out across his face again.
She shifted her weight, pressing her hips against his bulge, keeping his arms tight around her waist. “Do you want me to be?”
“Oh, hell yes,” he laughed, leaning down and kissing her hard, the stubble on his handsome face chafing her cheek deliciously. Suddenly he stopped. “Please, please don’t take this the wrong way…but you’re not a, um, lady of the, um…”
Katie laughed. “Nope, not a hooker. And I just happened to have this,” she said, brandishing a condom from her purse.
Joe raised his eyebrows and grinned, plucking it out of her fingers. She took his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.
“What about your car?” he asked.
“It’ll still be there in a couple minutes.”
He slipped into the bathroom behind her and she closed the door, bolting it. “I might need more than a couple minutes,” he said, lifting his shirt up over his head.
Oh. My. God.