It was a red sleeveless cotton dress with white piping around the edges and a row of white buttons down the front, and it fit her closely in all the right places, so that the slim shoulder straps were practically unnecessary.
She held the pose as Peter pulled up and stopped. The setting sun bathed her in golden light so rich and warm that she felt as if she were standing on a brightly-lit stage. Like the one in the Band Room. Oh god…
She dropped her arms back to her sides, grabbed her purse, ran down the steps, yanked open the car door and jumped in beside him, eager for the evening to begin.
They kissed quickly and then Peter drew back to look at her some more. He gave a low whistle and said, “Hel-lo, gorgeous! Wow, you look…wow.”
Jane smiled and said, “You look pretty scrumptious yourself.”
He was wearing his usual tight jeans and a snug-fitting black polo shirt, and she wanted to run her hands all over them.
They stared at each other hungrily for several seconds. Then
