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“That’s not possible. We have plans tonight with Jinx,” I told him.
His eyes glittered with golden fire.
Holy shmoly, it was fascinating.
My fascination dimmed when he declared, “You’re not doing dick with Jinx.”
I poked him in the chest and ignored the fact it was so hard, I stubbed my finger.
“She’s our only way in after you blew my cover last night.” Before he could say anything, I went on, “And by the way, I have to ask Jess to take me to work because you made me leave my car in Scottsdale last night.”
“Your car is in its spot,” he replied, dug into his jeans pocket and tossed my fob on my beanbag.
“Well then,” I muttered, staring at the fob.
“You’re welcome,” Javi said.
I went back to glaring at him. “I’m not going to thank you for anything that went on last night.”
Annnnnnnnd…
Yeah.
That was when it happened.
The look hit his face, and it got in before I could steel myself to keep it out.
Regret. Tenderness. Unease.
And something else. Something I couldn’t name. I couldn’t even define it.
But dang, it sure was pretty.
“We’ll talk tonight,” he said, his deep, rough voice going soft in a way I’d never heard, and kill me dead, that was pretty too.
I decided to stop talking.
Javi’s gaze swept over my face, then his finger, in the lightest touch imaginable, swept up the inside of my arm, from wrist to inner elbow.
Dang it.
That didn’t feel pretty.
It felt beautiful, and other things besides.
I shivered.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
I shivered again.
His perfect lips quirked, and if I was not mistaken, relief hit his gaze.
I screwed up my eyes to squint irritably at him.
He smiled.
My private parts wept in a happy way.