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Jerome gave in, though whether it was to Brenna or to his own hormones, he wasn't sure. "All right. My place or yours?"
"Mine's small and a mess."
"Mine's big and a mess. So your choice."
"I bet yours is big," Brenna said in a teasing tone. "So let's go."
Hand in hand, they walked back to the office parking lot. "Where's your car?" Jerome asked.
"I don't have one. I take the bus."
"Then I guess you'll be riding with me."
"Ooh, can I trust you alone in a car?"
They reached Jerome's car, and he opened the passenger side door for Brenna. "You'll just have to take that chance, won't you," he said.
"I guess so. Even if you ravish me, it beats the bus."
On the way to Jerome's house, they chatted about Jerome's kids and Brenna's plans for her life. "I was hoping to have children someday, but time's running out," she said.
"Didn't you just tell me tonight that you're never too old?" Jerome said. "You're thirty-five. Women have babies into their forties, don't they?"
"Yes, but to have a baby, one has to find the right man. I don't want to be a single mother. My mother raised me alone. It wasn't easy for her, or for me."
"Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll find the right man someday."
"I certainly hope so."
They arrived at Jerome's and went inside. Jerome hurried around picking up dirty dishes and turning on lights. Brenna laughed at him. "You don't have to worry, Jerome. I'm not here to inspect your house." She sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. "Come sit."
Jerome sat beside her and picked up the remote from the coffee table. "What kind of shows do you like to watch?"
"We don't have to watch anything." Brenna moved closer to him. "It's been very nice spending time with you tonight. You're a great person. Your wife was clearly an idiot."
"So was your husband. I'm glad you bribed me into going to that bar tonight."
"Well, you promised me a dance, didn't you?"
"Oh, yeah! And I didn't deliver." Brenna stood and took Jerome's hands to pull him to his feet. "Dance with me, Jerome. I have to keep my promise."
Jerome stood, and Brenna put her arms around his neck. "No music?" Jerome asked.
"We don't need music." She lay her head against his chest. "Just dance with me."
Jerome held her. For the first time in years, he was holding a woman other than Lena. And judging from the movement he felt below his waist, he was enjoying it. They moved slowly together, slow dancing in the total silence. Then Brenna looked up. Without giving himself time to think, Jerome brought his lips to hers.
The kiss, soft and sweet at first, became passionate when Brenna's tongue parted their lips. The dance stopped; only their tongues moved together. Jerome held Brenna tightly, forcing himself to resist the impulse to touch her in places where he'd never touched any woman but Lena. Brenna broke the kiss with a smile. "I wondered if you'd be as good a kisser as I thought."
"And did I meet your expectations?" Jerome asked.
"You exceeded them. But I think I need to kiss you again to make sure."
Their mouths came together again. This time, Brenna's hands moved over Jerome's body, giving him permission to do the same to her. They explored each other's bodies until Jerome had to catch his breath. "That- this is wonderful, Brenna." He said on the couch. "You're wonderful."
"So are you." Brenna sat beside him, close enough that their thighs were pressed together. "Jerome, I... I don't know what you're going to think of me. I don't usually go home with a man I haven't dated before, but we know each other from work, and I think we've gotten to know each other pretty well tonight."
"I agree, and I think I'm glad you're here."
"I'm not finished." Brenna snuggled against him. "Jerome, being here with you feels good. It feels right. Please don't think I'd say this to just anyone, but I- I want you to make love to me."
Jerome was stunned. "You do?"
"Yes." She looked into his eyes. "I haven't made an idiot out of myself, have I?"