“Why, Bree?” She could hear the amusement in his voice.
He took a step forward. She matched it with a step back.
“You know why, Jase.”
“It’s only fair, you know. My zipper’s probably imprinted on my dick by now.”
The valet made a choking sound and began coughing.
Heat spread across her cheeks. “I can’t believe you said that.”
He wiggled his eyebrows, never losing his grin. His truck pulled up before he could embarrass her further. He tipped the valet and opened her door, then thwarted her attempt to edge around him when he gripped her waist and boosted her into his truck.
“I’m not taking any chances of you accidentally flashing anyone,” he said. He smoothed his hand up the outside of her calf, branding her skin. “Legs in.”
She shifted her legs in front of her and settled in the seat. He closed her door and moved around to the driver’s side.
She stared at the center console separating the passenger and driver’s seat. It wasn’t moveable, and there was no way she could lean over it without her ass sticking up in the air. Guess giving Jase head on the way home was a no-go.
He climbed into the driver’s seat and graced her with a lascivious grin. She glanced at his lap and reconsidered hanging her ass out for the world to see.Think of something else.
“I forgot to thank you for the flowers,” she said.
His look turned quizzical as the truck turned out of the parking lot. “What flowers?”
“The ones you sent earlier today.”
“I didn’t send you flowers.” He still looked confused.
“Oh.” She blinked a few times. If he didn’t send them, who did?
“Was there a card?” He continued to dart glances at her while watching the road ahead of them.
“Yes, but it was blank.” She shrugged. “I just figured they were from you.”
“Who delivered them?”
“Local florist. I think it’s the one on Main Street in town.”
“Do you think it was Chad?
“Probably not. I haven’t heard from him since you tossed him out.”
He rubbed his bottom lip with two of his fingers. “I’ll give Tim a call. See if he can find out who sent the flowers.”
Her eyebrows lifted and a corner of her mouth curled up. “Why don’t I call the florist first. See if they can tell me who sent them before you assume they’re from some nefarious person? For all I know, Gran sent them and didn’t think to sign the card.”
“I guess that probably makes sense.” His smile was sheepish.
“A tad.”
He reached over and took her hand, kissing her knuckles like he had earlier. “Are you disappointed?”
It was her turn to be confused. “About what?”
“That I didn’t send them.”
“A little bit.”
