“I’m surprised. You have it in your cars.”
“I don’t mind it in the car. I don’t want it in my home.”
“Why not?”
“You realize, if you’ve got voice command on in your home,” he said, “it’s listening in on everything you say, waiting for that command.”
“Huh.” I never thought of it that way. I picked up my purse and slipped it onto my shoulder, coffee in hand and ready to go.
He opened the door for us and followed me through. “You want some tech company listening in on everything you’re saying?” he went on. “Everything you’re doing?” I waited while he opened the second steel door for me; I had full access to the system now, but any chance I could make Dane play gentleman, I was taking it. “You want someone listening in on what we did last night?” he said in my ear as he leaned past me to reach the smart screen.
“Uh… when you put it that way… no.”
The door slid open. Rolf was waiting for us by the Bentley. But I strode right past, heading for my SUV. I drove a Mercedes. It was several years old, a gift from my parents for my twenty-first birthday. And I loved it.
“Where are you going?” Dane stopped short behind me.
“My car. You’ve got a date with the boys after work tonight, right? I thought we’d drive separately.”
“I can bring you home from the office before I head out.”
I turned to flash him a pretty, wifely smile. “I would never dream of putting you out.” I unlocked my car with the remote and slid in.
Dane walked over and as I started up, I opened the window for him. He leaned on the door. “You need to tell me in advance about these things, Devi. So I can arrange security for you. You get that, right?”
“I’m just driving my car to the office. It’s like ten minutes across downtown. One gated, secure lot to another.”
“Doesn’t matter. Security goes where you go now.”
“Ugh. That Darrell guy? He’s so stuffy and… serious.”
Since marrying Dane, everywhere I went without him and his team, that man was with me. It was weird. He was a stranger, and he really wasn’t much of a conversationalist.
“There’s a reason. He’s watching your back.” Dane pulled out his phone and told me sternly, “Straight to the office. I’ll have him pick you up there at the end of the day. He’ll be nearby, though. You go out for a meeting or anything, call him.”
“Yes, dear,” I said dryly.
He held my gaze, very seriously, and my stomach tied into a hungry little knot. Yes, I was definitely growing to like that face. A lot.
Then he leaned in through the window. He looked at my mouth, pausing for a moment before kissing me. A scorching, soft kiss on the lips that seeped right through my being, making me hungry for more.
“Take care, Mrs. Davenport,” he said.
I watched him walk over to the Bentley and get in.
Then they tailed me all the way to the office.
That evening, Dane had his dinner date with the boys. Johnny O’Reilly was in town and apparently Shane had been guilt tripping Dane about not coming out to play enough. Seemed to me that he was trying to make up for lost time, not having his best friend in the same city for eleven years.
Fair enough. If Katie just came back to town after that kind of hiatus, I wouldn’t let her sleep for a month.
Dane left the office before I did, and I took the opportunity to work just a little late to catch up on some things. The images from that football player shoot with Jared had come in, and I’d already printed out some glossies.
I chose a couple of my favorites and put them on Dane’s work table, in the meeting room. Hot, oiled-up, young jock goodness. The images had turned out fantastic. Jared was even dark-blonde.
I wondered if Dane would make the connection. If he’d guess that he was inspiration for this shoot.
I wasn’t sure why I was letting him see them.
