“We should go,” I said, stepping out of his embrace and heading to the bedroom door.
The gala was being held at the Williamsport Art Museum, the same as it was every year.
“Wait,” Don said, just before I opened my door.
He grabbed my camera from off my dining room table. “What are you doing?” I asked with a hand on my hip as he brought the camera up to his face.
He snapped the first photo.
“We need to capture this night on a high-quality camera. Not just our phones.”
I rolled my eyes and went for the door again.
“Turn around.” His voice was deep and smooth as silk. Those two words felt as if he’d massaged them into my skin with his hands.
Spinning on my heels, I moved closer, posing as he took photo after photo. He threw me repeated compliments and jokes, making me laugh out loud.
“We’re going to be late.”
“Fine. One last one. Let’s make it a selfie.” He set the timer on selfie mode and held it out with one long arm while wrapping the other around me.
“Can we go now?” I asked once he took the photo.
He held the door open for me. “After you.”
Williamsport Art Museum was about a twenty-minute drive from my place. It was one of the oldest buildings in Williamsport. About a hundred years ago, there’d been a massive fire at the museum. About twenty percent of the work inside the building was destroyed, and three firefighters were killed battling the inferno. In memory of those firefighters and the others that were injured, the museum makes it a point to donate to the cause as well as host the gala each year.
“Tell me about this job again,” Don asked, one hand on the steering wheel.
“My client’s boyfriend is supposed to be there tonight,” I said. “I’m going to try to get close and record him saying something incriminating.”
He peeked over at me. “Incriminating?”
“You know what I mean. To get him caught doing something that will confirm my client’s suspicions.”
We came to a red light, and he looked over at me with slanted eyelids.
“What?”
“This is one of those date things you do, isn’t it?”
“I’m on a date with you,” I pointed out.
“You know what I mean. This is like you offering yourself as sexy ass bait for these lying motherfuckers to record it as proof for their wives or girlfriends?”
“You think I’m sexy?” I asked with a grin.
He gave me a scathing look. “Don’t play with me, Jocelyn. I’ll knock someone’s ass out tonight.”
Laughing, I clutched his arm. “No, you won’t because this is my job. My client hired me to get to the bottom of her suspicions. That’s what I’m going to do. Besides, you wouldn’t knock out Kelvin Maynard, would you?”
Don was as much of a Cougars’ fan as I was. We’d watched old games together over the past few months, and repeatedly talked about not being able to wait until the new season started.
“That’s who you’re checking out tonight?”
I pointed. “And you better not tell anyone that either.”
He huffed. “I won’t say a damned thing, but if I see him touching you, I don’t care if he’s the President. He’s gonna have to deal with me.”
