"Well?" she said.
I shook my head. "What?"
She frowned. "Oh, God. Iamfired, aren't I?"
I studied her face. "I thought you didn'twantthe job."
"Yeah, but now that I'm actually here…" She shrugged, making the jacket open another fraction.
I didn't look, but my imagination saw plenty.
Enough was enough.
I told her, "No. But wait here, all right?"
Her face broke into a smile. "So I'mnotfired?"
I didn't smile back. "Youwillbe if you leave this room."
Her smile faltered. "Why?"
"Because I'm gonna get you a shirt."
She looked down and stifled a gasp. Using both hands, she yanked the jacket shut and mumbled, "Oh. Right."
No. Wrong.That's what my thoughts were.Very, very wrong.
When she looked up, she said, "But you don't need to get me a shirt. I'll just get one myself. Our hotel room is what? A ten-minute walk?"
Our room.
I liked the way that sounded. And I hated my own reaction to it. My shoulders felt stiff, and they weren't the only thing.
I said, "Yourhotel room. Not mine. Andnotours."
"Oh. Right." She gave a shaky laugh. "That was just a slip, honest. Of course Iknowwe're not in the same room. Jeez. Who do you think I am, anyway?"
I shook my head. I knew who she was.Andwhat she was.
Pure trouble.
Chapter 25
Becka
The powder room wasn't terribly large, but I was still pacing back and forth.
And why?It was because if I stood still for even an instant, I was pretty sure that I'd try to drown myself in the sink.
What on Earth was wrong with me?I'd just made a total ass of myself,repeatedly.
The incident with those girls was bad enough, but then afterward with Jack, I'd gotten way too personal with my questions.
And had I stopped there?
No. Not me.
As icing on the cake, I'd apparently flashed him my goodies andthenmade an accidental innuendo about our sleeping arrangements.
