“Hello, Isla. We were just talking about you,” Carter said, laughter in his tone.
Irritation made its presence known along Sinjin’s spine for the first time in over twenty-four hours.
“All good, I hope.” She continued to smile up at him.
“Yep.” Carter smirked. “About your sessions.”
Her grin widened. “My sessions were great.”
Shit.
“Can we have a few minutes?” she asked him.
“Sure, don’t mind us,” Carter said, grin still apparent in his tone.
Rylee snorted. “Come on, idiot. She meant alone with Sinjin.”
Dex and the smart woman tugged Carter to the other side of the garage, leaving him alone with Isla.
“Look, about last night,” he said, but then stopped, not exactly sure what to say.
Isla continued to stare at him, smiling, satisfaction still glowing in her eyes and coloring her face.
God, she was beautiful.
“Yeah? What about it?” she asked softly.
“Uh, do you need to talk about it?”
“No, not unless you do.”
Him?
He scratched his head and blinked. “Uh, no.”
She chuckled, reaching out to pat his chest. “If you need to talk about it, then we can.”
“I thought that was why you asked to speak with me alone.” Perplexity had never been his strong suit.
She chuckled. “I just wanted to give you a thanks for last night’s kiss.” She went up on tiptoe and kissed him long and thorough and deep.
When they broke apart, he was breathless and dizzy from the blood rushing to parts further south. But he wasn’t so oxygen starved for a red flag to flash in his head. Christ, he hoped she remembered he wasn’t the type to stick around.
“Isla—”
“Don’t worry, Sinjin,” she interjected, releasing him. “I’m not looking for a ring.” She lifted up to kiss his cheek. “I want stress relief,” she whispered, holding his gaze. “Light and fun. Remember?” She patted his chest. “Don’t sweat it. You can breathe.”
Shit. She was right, he wasn’t breathing. He inhaled and shook his head. “You’re something else.”
“That’s right. Don’t you forget it.” She grinned, and he found himself grinning back. “I think you liked thosesomething elses’last night.”
Hell, yeah.
She patted him again, looking playful and damn sexy. It was the short skirt with those fringy sandals. Nah, it was everything.
“I liked yours, too.” She winked.
“Care to elaborate?” he asked.
