What was it to me? It wasn’t like her ensemble was particularly revealing, though it was form-fitting, and the sight of her exposed neck and collarbones made my mouth dry. Her jeans made it look like she had legs for days.
Legs I want wrapped around me.
“Nothing,” I grumbled.
She nodded and looked out the window.
“Are you still upset with me about the other night?” I asked cautiously.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied, trying much too hard to sound breezy. “Cindy wants to grab dinner. It’s a girl’s night. We don’t get to do it very often because our schedules are so hectic, so we dress
up and make a thing of it. No men for you to worry about.”
I relaxed a little. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Less work for me.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, arching a curious brow.
“I’ll have to
