“Oh?” She didn’t know how to feel about Gavin being jealous. Her insides fluttered with happiness, while the rational being that was Zoe told her jealousy was a useless, negative emotion. “What’s my type, Gavin?”
He stretched his legs into the aisle and laced his hands behind his head. To her chagrin, she noted a few women glancing their way. “Your type. Hmm. You love a guy who works with his hands.”
“Mark is a high-ranking executive. He types a lot.”
Gavin’s expression darkened. “He should be charming, have a sense of humor.”
“Mark can be snarky. That’s kind of funny.”
“He’s not charming,” Gavin muttered. “And his ego is huge. You can just tell. I guarantee you he’s got a tiny dick.”
“Gavin.” She shushed him, especially when a few raised eyebrows swung their way.
“Sorry. But that’s a fact.”
“Fact?”
“When a guy has to prove how great he is, he’s compensating. And since all guys, no matter what they tell you, are dick-centric, it’s always about sexual expertise. I’m telling you. If he’s not so small you need a microscope to see it, he sucks in bed. Totally not your type. You need a man who can satisfy you, baby.”
“If she doesn’t, I do. Here’s my card.” A woman snuck it by him as she sauntered out of the sandwich shop.
“You’re married, Betty,” Zoe yelled after one of the cardiology MAs and tugged the card from Gavin. “You don’t need this.”
“Jealous?” His wicked grin startled her into laughing.
Then she forced a scowl. “I thought we said no one else while we’re being all friendly.”
His amusement left him. “About that. You know, it’s okay if you want to define me as your boyfriend to other people. I won’t take it the wrong way, and it might tell other guys to back off.”
“Oh? Is that what you’re calling me behind my back to other men at the gym?” she asked, expecting him to say no.
“Hell yeah. And it’s awesome, really. I’m a real stud now.”
“What?”
He nodded. “Everyone knows how focused and kind of snarly you are. Even Michelle has backed off on the flirting. Way to go, baby.”
She just stared. “So everyone thinks we have a thing going?”
“We do.” He toyed with his napkin. “Ah, did I do something wrong? I didn’t tell that many people, actually. Just the ones leering at your ass. It wouldn’t kill you to wear longer shorts, you know.”
It wasn’t as if Zoe was interested in anyone else. And Gavin’s declaration had put the gym bunnies off his tail. But now he seemed defensive. She loved it. “I don’t know. What if there’s a guy there I’m thinking about asking out? Now he’ll never go out with me because of you.”
Gavin leaned forward, no more teasing grin. “Is there?”
“Not right now.” When he relaxed, she added, “But there could be.”
“Sure, sure. When you find your next Mr. Right, let me know. Until then, you’re off-limits.”
“Okay, Tarzan” came out with more sarcasm than she’d intended.
“Ah, my woman knows her place. My Jane,” he said lovingly, his eyes limpid pools of longing.
“Ew. Sac up, Gavin.”
His guffaw turned several heads. “Man, I love that mouth. Sac up. Righto, sugar pants.” His phone rang, and he glanced at it, then quieted the phone.
“Do you need to get that?” Another woman, perhaps? His family? No one of importance, apparently.
