Could she handle seeing him half-naked? Who was she kidding? She’d dreamed about it every night since September.
Cary shut the door and unfastened his buttons from the top. “It’s probably easier if I take it off.”
She focused on threading the needle instead of watching him disrobe. The shirt dropped onto the armchair beside her and a waft of cologne went up her nose.
She grabbed the shirt and the loose button. “This is the problem with these cheap shirts,” she teased, fingering the expensive material. “Crappy buttons.”
“Funny,” he said. “And thanks again for Kim—she’s a force to be reckoned with.”
Tyler focused on sewing the button like she was reattaching a limb.
“I want to keep her on,” he added. “At least until Vegas is back.”
“Yeah, try convincing Sebastien.” Her tone had a dusting of sarcasm.
“He works for me, not the other way around.”
Tell him that.
“Aren’t you leaving tomorrow?” she asked, keeping her eyes on the garment.
“Tomorrow night,” he confirmed. “Kim’s trying to get on our flight.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have your own plane.”
“I’m conscious of my carbon footprint.”
Right, the environment.
“All done.” She handed him the shirt without making eye contact but caught his reflection in the full-length mirror.Jesus Christ!He was seriously in good shape, and not just for thirty-eight.
A wave of heat traveled up her spine and she wiped the back of her neck.
“Thanks for the assist,” Cary said.
She snapped out of her daze and turned on her heel. “No problem.”
“Wait.”
She froze, then spun around.
Cary gave her an awkward smile. “How about a kiss for good luck?”
She shrugged, keeping her cool. “Sure. For good luck.”
She clasped her hands to stop their trembling and stepped toward him. His gaze met hers, and the chaos in her chest quieted—just for a breath, just for him. He leaned in, slow and certain, eyes flicking to her lips.
Almost.
His mouth parted.
Knock knock.
Of course. Foiled by the universe. Again.
“Ten minutes, Cary!” Her best friend’s voice came through loud and clear, then they burst out laughing.
“I’ve never noticed your freckles,” he said. “They’re cute.”
