The International Kissing Club (43 page)

She took a few more steps toward the tractor only to realize she’d forgotten to grab the keys from the barn. When she turned around, Tanner was dangling them from one of his fingers, as if he’d been waiting for her to realize she needed them. She grabbed for the keys, but he pulled his hand back, holding them just out of her reach.

“Before you get started, I wanted to ask you …” He paused, as if suddenly unwilling to meet her gaze. He thumbed his hat off, gave his hair a scrub, and then yanked the hat back down.

He looked so awkward, she nearly laughed. “What is it?” she prodded.

“Isabel, did you hit on Carlos’s son, Jose?”

Her laughter died in her throat. Probably smothered by her heart that leaped up to lodge itself just under her voice box.

“Pfft.” She gave an awkward little laugh that came out more like a choking sound. Then she cleared her throat and coolly tucked her hands into her back pockets. “No.” She rocked back on her heels. “No. Why would I …” She cleared her throat again. “Why would I do that?”

“Carlos just saw something the other day that made him curious. He’s very protective of his son.”

“Of course,” she answered. Like this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having. And not awkward at all. “I mean, why would I flirt with Jose? He’s younger than I am,” she pointed out brightly. “He’s got to be … what? Fifteen?”

“He’s twelve,” Tanner said flatly.

“Twelve?” Surprise spiked her voice. “He’s
twelve
?” She felt her cheeks burning. As they should. Twelve was cradle-robbing. And vaguely illegal. “He’s … a really tall twelve.”

Tanner looked amused by her shock. “I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but the other day I noticed how close you were standing to Pieter.”

She held up a finger. “You can’t tell me he’s twelve. He is definitely over fifteen.”

“Yeah. He’s seventeen. But he’s also married.”

“Married?” Her voice sounded all high and squeaky again. “What kind of seventeen-year-old gets married? I mean, even in Texas.”

Tanner laughed. “He’s Mennonite.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders that somehow emphasized their width. “His parents own the farm next to ours and Pieter has helped out over here for years. Yeah, they marry young. He’s already got two kids.”

Her mind boggled. “Christ, I’m a home wrecker!” And a cougar. How much worse could this get?

“So you
were
hitting on him?”

“No! I mean …”

Please, earth, just open up and swallow me now!

Nothing happened. After years of protecting and defending the planet, it wouldn’t do her this one small favor? She’d given up meat for the earth, and it couldn’t even put her out of her misery.

She forced her gaze back to Tanner. He was
not
going to let this go.

“It’s complicated,” she muttered.

“I mean, I know it’s probably too complex for me to understand, given that I’m a purveyor of pointless violence, but if you use small words, I’ll try to stay with you.”

Whatever. At this point, the only way to go was up. The explanation could not be any worse than this embarrassment.

“With Piper, Mei, and Cassidy out of town, we thought it would be fun to start a little club. Just as a way of making sure we stayed in touch.”

Tanner’s eyebrows shot up. “And let me guess. This club has to do with flirting?”

“No, don’t be silly.” She nearly bit the inside of her cheek to keep the blush from creeping up her neck.

“Isabel?” he prodded.

“Flirting would be impossible to quantify.” She covered her mouth with one hand and muttered under her breath, “We’re counting kisses.”

After an instant of surprise, a slow smile broke across his face. “Of course you are.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “It’s not skeezy or anything. It’s just an innocent little game.”

“Can I assume you’re behind and that’s why you’re hitting on all our employees?”

“Yes. Damn it. I’m behind. Everyone else has scored points. But not me.” The words just tumbled out of her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself. “Piper has been kissing her way through the entire European Union. Cassidy has hooked up with some hot surfer. Even Mei—in Communist China!—has scored more points than I have.”

“There are points?” he interjected.

“Of course there are points! Not for me—naturally—but everyone else has oodles of them. There’s some chick in Paraguay who—”

“Paraguay? Which of you went to Paraguay?”

“Oh, it’s not one of us.” She quickly explained about the point system, making the Facebook page public, and the fans who had unexpectedly been popping up. “Girls in repressive developing cultures are getting more play than I am.”

“You know, Isabel, if you just want some guy to kiss, I’m pretty sure Grosbeck would be happy to help you out.”

“
Eeew.
Just because he dips Copenhagen doesn’t mean he’s been there. The stench of his unwashed body is not international enough for me.”

Tanner nodded, as if finally getting it. “So it’s not just a kissing club. It’s an international kissing club?”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds so skeezy.”

Tanner held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but he was barely holding back his laughter. “Hey, I didn’t say it like anything.”

She narrowed her eyes and growled at him. “Look, I said it was complicated.”

This conversation was so over. She turned, looking for a disk plow she could impale herself on.

“Hey,” Tanner said. “I was just teasing.” Then his expression darkened. “But I guess you’re getting a lot of that these days.”

She hated seeing the glimmer of pity in his eyes, so she socked him on the arm and feigned bravado. “Yeah. I am. So back off, buddy. I have compost to turn, and if you’re not careful, I’ll dump it in the cab of your truck.”

“I’m trying to be supportive here.”

“Yeah, right,” she grumbled. She started to climb back on to the tractor, but Tanner gave her hand a tug as she stepped on the runner.

“You know,” he began as she turned to face him, “maybe you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

“What do you mean?” Standing on the running board added a good foot to her height, which made her just a few inches taller than he was.

He took a step closer to her. “If you just need to kiss someone from another country, I was born in Germany.” Tanner reached up and grabbed a lock of her hair. He started winding it around his finger. “My dad was stationed in Bamberg. I have dual citizenship until I’m eighteen.”

Her heart was pounding so hard she had trouble concentrating on his words. Dual citizenship? What did that have to do with anything? Oh, right. International. Kissing. Club. Kissing.

Was he really suggesting …

Then he gave her hair one last tug. She felt herself falling forward and braced her hands on his shoulders. Her feet were barely grounded on the runner. Tanner’s arms wrapped around her waist. Her lips were just an inch away from his. And then they were on his.

His lips moved gently under hers. Moist and smooth. So divine everything inside of her seemed to go all gooey and shivery in the same instant. Her feet slipped out from under her and he slowly lowered her off the tractor. She felt the strength of his arm muscles as
he held her, the hard definition of his chest as her hands trailed down. Finally her feet touched the ground, but her legs didn’t feel firm beneath her.

His tongue brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth to his. He tasted faintly of spearmint gum and sweet water. He tasted like pure heaven. Her hands clenched against his shoulders, needing to cling tightly to something.

Somewhere, in the distant corner of her mind, there was an alarm bell going off. Faint and almost indistinguishable. Set off by some part of her that remembered this was wrong. That she had no right to be kissing Tanner. To even be touching him. Or letting him touch her.

But in that instant, she could barely hear the alarm, and she certainly couldn’t listen to it, because kissing Tanner was too frickin’ delicious. Like the best, finest chocolate she’d ever tasted. He made every other boy she’d kissed seem like a rank amateur.

Had she even kissed any other boys?

Before she could come up with an answer, Tanner slowly drew away from her, ending the kiss. For a second, he just stared at her, his face taut with the same desire and conflict she was feeling. She thought he was going to pull away completely, but then his mouth came back to hers for one more kiss. He ground his lips to hers in a way that felt hungry and possessive. As if he couldn’t
not
kiss her.

Then abruptly he stepped back, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. He turned to look down the road. Staring at his profile, she couldn’t read his expression. Had no idea how he was feeling. Head still spinning, she followed his gaze. A car was driving toward them, kicking up dust.

“Well,” Tanner said, his voice husky and low, his lips curved in a smile that looked almost sad. “Now you’ve got some points for your competition.”

Izzy’s mouth dropped open. Before she could close it, Germaine’s car pulled to a stop by the barn. She swung open the door on the driver’s side and hopped out without killing the engine. She gave a
broad wave. “Hey, sweetie!” she called. And then, with an overly perky smile, she added, “Hey,
chica
!”

Supposing she was the
chica
, Izzy gave a halfhearted mute wave.

“You’ll put the keys back in the barn when you’re done?” Tanner asked, his voice cooler and more distant than it usually was. As if moments ago he hadn’t had his tongue in her mouth.

“Huh?” she asked.

“Carlos will be by later tonight to lock up the barn,” he said, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t really answered. And then he turned away and jogged off in Germaine’s direction. “See ya later, Iz,” he called over his shoulder.

Izzy couldn’t help herself. She watched him carefully—like the turkey buzzard she’d always compared Germaine to. Her breath caught in her chest as he approached Germaine.
Please don’t let him touch her. Please let him blow her off.

But as always, Germaine wrapped herself around him in a predatory kiss. Though Tanner’s hands came up between them and it looked—for a moment—like he was going to push her away, in the end, he didn’t. Big surprise. Izzy squeezed her eyes closed. When she opened them a second later, it was to see Tanner climbing into the passenger’s side of Germaine’s car. As if he’d been expecting her all along.

Izzy finally managed to close her mouth. Or more to the point, her jaw spasmed in rage, closing it for her. What was that?

What. The. Hell. Was. That?

Tanner had just kissed her.

For points.

And then kissed Germaine mere seconds later. Dear God. Her spit had just mingled with Germaine’s. It was wrong in so many ways, she couldn’t even begin to list them.

She felt the black bean taco she’d eaten for lunch crawling back up her esophagus. Even her food was disgusted by her behavior.

She should not have kissed Tanner. Or rather, should not have let Tanner kiss her.

Because he had a girlfriend. Germaine. Who was either her mortal enemy or her sort of friend. And whom he was obviously still with. Or he wouldn’t have just kissed her too and ridden off in her car.

Izzy had hated being the only member of IKC who hadn’t scored any points. But now, she hated that Tanner had kissed her only for points. Because when he was kissing her, she’d forgotten about everything else. Even IKC. Even Piper.

And knowing he’d kissed her just as some sort of favor to a friend? There weren’t enough SAT words in the world to describe how horrible it made her feel.

There were only two bright points to this whole mess of crap. At least she finally had some points. And at least Piper was no longer pining away for Tanner. Lately she’d been so interested in this guy Sebastian, she’d seemed to have outgrown her crush.

Self-disgust and defiant anger warring within her, Izzy whipped out her phone, pulled up the IKC page, and posted her points. She did it fast, before she could talk herself out of it. Before she could regret posting the points as much as she regretted earning them.

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