Blake’s eyes narrowed. He glanced at his watch, which Jannie noticed was the TAG Heuer she’d given him for Christmas four years ago.
He frowned. “Give me a sec.”
Jannie nodded, watching him walk to the door, his irritation evident as he yanked it open.
“You aren’t supposed to be here.”
“We know,” a loud male voice replied. “We came to get you.”
Glancing back at Jannie, Blake stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. It didn’t latch, so she could still hear the conversation.
“Get me? What for?”
“Round two!”
“Round two?”
“They said we were such fun clients last night that tonight would be half price, if we wanted.” A loud guffaw. “We wanted! Come on, they’re already upstairs.”
“I’m busy.”
“Oh!” A chuckle. “Sorry, man. We thought you were alone.”
“Damn, he has his own party tonight. Way to go, Blake!”
“Who do you have in there? Bring her up to join the girls. The more, the merrier.”
Party? Girls?
What kind of partying had Blake been doing? This was Las Vegas, after all. God only knew what he’d done last night, and now he wanted to do her.
In the same room.
In the same bed.
Her stomach turned.
The door clicked shut. Blake breezed back in, a strained smile on his face. “Sorry about that.”
“Friends of yours?”
“Of a sort.” He grabbed her hand to hold it trapped against his chest. “So, dinner?” Slowly, he brought her fingers to his lips. “Please, Jannica?”
Oh, no, not the nickname.
He was the only one who called her that. He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I promise I’ll be bad,” he said, repeating an old private joke.
She pulled her hand from his grasp and motioned toward the door. “What was that about?”
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“Nothing?” She tried to look into his eyes, but he averted his gaze. After so many years, she could easily read him. “That guy sounded very enthusiastic about nothing.”
Blake shrugged.
She tried, and failed, to catch his gaze. “I think you hiredcall girls, Blake.”
