βAre you having fun?β Jane screamed into her ear over the noise of the crowd.Β
Her gaze brushed his messy hair and his rolled-up sleeves. It should be illegal to look this handsome.
βWhat does it look like?β Teresa screamed back, unable and unwilling to hold back the joyous laughter escaping her mouth. Her throat felt sore and her feet hurt from dancing, but she didnβt care.
Only a week ago, she had hit rock bottom. The thought that she might have killed a person without remembering any of it had felt like walking alone on a frozen lake, the porous ice threatening to break with every step she took.
And now, here she was with Jane, in a crowd of thousands of crazy fans, screaming along to the Spice Girls.
Going to a concert of her guilty pleasure band with her consultant had not been on her bingo card for tonight, and she probably would have brushed the idea off if he had asked her first. But since he had only told her he had a surprise to celebrate that theyβd cracked the McTier case and she was back at the CBI, she had gotten into his car. She had been a bit suspiciousβof course, it was Jane after allβbut never in the world would she have imagined this.
How had he even gotten the tickets on such short notice?
It was probably better she didnβt know.
When Mel C announced Spice Up Your Life, Teresa built a funnel with her hands around her mouth to scream louder.
She saw Janeβs gaze in the corner of her eye. When she turned to him again, there was a warm smile on his face that lookedβ¦ different. It was far from his usual confident, slightly arrogant grin.Β
And his gaze, so softβ¦ like he saw something in her she didnβt see herself.
Teresa felt a tingle in her belly that had nothing to do with the excitement of the concert.
βThanks for doing this for me,β she said quietly when the crowd had calmed down a bit and the first chords played.
βAnything for you, Lisbon.β Jane brushed her forearm with two fingers, the point of contact sizzling with electricity.
And in that moment, the look in his eyes was enough for her to block out the thought of his old wedding band. Maybe she was drunk on Spice Girls euphoriaβor on the tequila shot sheβd hadβbut it didnβt matter. All she wanted to do at this moment was kiss Patrick Jane.
So she flung her arms around him, rose to her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his.
The sensation of his mouth on hers was electric.
Jane only hesitated for a split second. Then he embraced her, steadying her with his hands on her hips, and kissed her back more passionately than she ever would have imagined.Β
Cupping her glowing cheek, he parted her lips with his tongue. He tasted like tequila and mint and forbidden fantasiesβbut also like home.Β
Every fiber in her body felt alive. Sheβd never felt more present in a moment.Β This wasnβt a dream.
She was really kissing Jane.
Damn, was she really kissing Jane?
Regaining her senses, she pulled back automatically. βS-sorry, that wasββ
With gleaming eyes, Jane shook his head and placed a finger on her mouth. βNuh-uh. Hush.β And with that, he pulled her into him again, kissing her even deeper than before.