“Which is?”
His thumb feathered across her smooth skin. “They didn’t have me and my team.”
“You’re a bit cocky, aren’t you?” Janie’s lips lifted into a grin.
“Not cocky if I’ve got the goods to back it up.”
“And do you? Have the goods, I mean.” She allowed a hint of flirtation to come through her tone.
Humor lit up his eyes as his smile spread across his ruggedly handsome face. “Haven’t had any complaints so far.”
“I’m your first client,” she reminded him.
That thumb continued brushing across her ankle, and she wondered if he even realized what he was doing.
“I know.” He shrugged. “But I haven’t heard you complain.”
Janie’s laugh seemed to fill the cozy room.
“I’m glad you’re here, Emmett.” Her gaze locked with his.
“Me, too.” He spoke a bit softer. But then, “Your ice cream’s about to drip.”
Huh?
She looked down at the spoon still clutched in her hand. “Oh, shoot!” Janie rushed to put it over the softened container right as a healthy drop of melted chocolate goodness fell. “Guess I should get this back in the freezer before it goes to waste.”
“Hold on, now.” Emmett’s dark brows dipped low. “You weren’t going to share?”
“Oh.” She blinked. “I thought . . . I mean, there’s another brand new container in there, so I figured?—”
“His and hers?”
Janie gave a quick nod of her head. “Something like that,” she chuckled.
For a moment, neither one of them seemed capable of looking away. Without a word, he leaned toward her, and for one heart-racing second, she thought he was about to kiss her.
The next second, Emmett’s hand left her ankle and reached for the spoon. He took it out of her hand, scooped up a little more ice cream, and put it into his mouth.
“I took a guess that you’d like chocolate.” He gently grabbed the container from her grasp after swallowing the generous bite.
The man rose to his bare feet, which she also found oddly sexy, and started to head for the kitchen.
Wait, what had he just said?
Janie rose from the couch and belatedly followed him into the other room. “What do you mean, you took a guess?”
“Gwen and Draven stocked the place up before we got here the other night. You were in the bathroom when they called, so I took a guess and said chocolate.”
“Well that was a bit of a risk,” she continued to flirt. “What if I hated chocolate?”
She couldn’t seem to help herself, despite her conviction to focus on Amy and his cut-and-dry declaration that they needed to keep things professional.
Pretty sure he’s flirting, too.
Her focus should be on finding Amy’s killer and the man who’d attacked her in her hotel room. But since neither of those things were going to happen in the next few hours, Janie figured why not live a little while she still had the chance?
The train of thought completely contradicted thoseshe’d had previously, and this wasn’t exactly the appropriate time or place. Not to mention it was beyond some super-cheesy cliché, what with the whole bodyguard-slash-damsel in distress situation they had going on at the moment.
