But the moment was spoiled when he abruptly pulled away and swore. Not the most encouraging gesture. "Sorry," he muttered as he stood. He looked everywhere but at her, ran his hand through his hair, rubbing ice cream through it, and apologized again.
Annie stood on wobbly legs, trying to appear like she didn't care. But she probably didn't succeed considering her heart raced and her mind whirled. "That's okay." What else could she say? The last time a kiss had ended with swearing and apologies, she'd been playing chase with Benny Furland in the school yard and their braces had locked together. Definitely not a good sign.
"No, you don't understand," Zack muttered. "Hell, I don't really understand, but you said it yourself last night, I'm not your type. Well, you're not my type either so let's just leave it at that."
Last night? Uh oh. Annie drew her brows together. "I said that?" Well, it was true, only she wished they'd avoided the topic altogether. Now things would just get awkward between them.
He didn't answer her but spun round and walked off up the beach. Running to catch up, she made yet another mental note to never drink again.
***
Kissing Annie the first time had been a mistake. Kissing her the second time was a monumental disaster. Zack couldn't get her or that kiss out of his head. She'd looked so delicious as she lay on the beach, covered in ice cream, giggling and staring up at him through those brilliant eyes.
It wasn't fair. He wasn't supposed to feel so much desire, so much need, for one woman. But he did, and now he'd pay for it because he had to be with her, but not be with her.
They drove in silence. Zack wondered if she understood why he'd stopped the kiss. Probably she didn't, but to her credit, she didn't pursue it. He wouldn't have a clue how to explain it to her without hurting her feelings anyway.
But he had to at least justify it to himself. That was easier. Annie was a quiet, sensible woman. She could do better than a playboy with a dubious past. And he certainly didn't want to be tied to a woman who could wrap him around her little finger. He couldn't settle down with one woman. One petite, sexy woman...
Okay, so convincing himself wasn't as easy as he thought.
And there was that little matter of her off-handed comment last night. I don't like guys like you. Had she thrown that at him in frustration? Or did she really mean it? From what Bob had told him, she usually dated safe men with safe jobs and normal backgrounds. Why would she want someone like him? Someone with a shady past and a reputation for dating every woman he knew.
And why did it ache so much? He should be relieved that she wasn't thinking of him in that way.
Hell, this was ridiculous. He'd never struggled with his conscience where a woman was concerned. He'd never cared what they wanted him for, or thought of him. And a kiss had never affected him so much.
"Guess this awkward silence means we're not having that drink," she said.
He glanced at her. Her face was still streaked with ice cream and her lips pouted. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she stared straight ahead. Damn. He'd hurt her feelings. He may not be her type but she was sensitive. He needed to remember that and be more careful with his words, and his kisses.
"Annie," he said quietly, then thought better about yet another apology and said, "of course we are. If you want."
She shrugged and he took that as a yes.
They drove the remainder of the distance in silence.
He carried her parcels into her building, trying not to step on Snoopy as he made his presence known at Zack's ankles.
When he came out of her bedroom, Annie had already poured herself a glass of white wine. She handed him a bottle of beer. Now came the awkward bit. She glared at him over her glass, but every time they made eye contact, she lowered them and pretended to study its contents.
Damn, it wasn't fair. All women knew guys weren't very good at apologizing, or at explaining for that matter. What did she expect-groveling?
"Look, Annie," he began then stopped. He hadn't a clue what to say next. Sorry I kissed you? It'll never happen again? He didn't want to dig a deeper hole for himself.
But she made it easier for him. "I understand," she said quietly. Which meant she didn't understand at all. He wasn't a complete dumbass when it came to women. "Let's just forget about it. It shouldn't have happened."
She was right. They both knew it. And it was what he wanted-not the awkwardness but the emotional distance between them. So why did he feel like someone was using his rib cage as a drum? He opened his mouth, closed it again and decided to do the safest thing. He took a long drink of beer to give himself time to think.
But before he could swallow she said, "I'll be back in a minute," and disappeared into the bedroom.