affect her like before. She could still feel it, but it wasnât the hard, overwhelming whoosh of magic like initially.
He nodded. âRight.â He shook his head. âAbout thatâ¦Saturday.â
Ava raised her hand. âDonât worry about it.â
âI would have called you, butââ
âI didnât give you my number,â Ava said. âItâs not a big thing. Really. Sweep it under the rug.â
âI donât want you thinking Iâm that kind of asshole.â
She smiled. âI didnât. I had my own stuff going on. Itâs probably good you didnât call me.â
Understatement of the year, but heyâ¦
He smiled as he sipped on his coffee. Then he glanced at his watch. âActually, I have to go here in a minute, to follow a lead.â
âOh, like a stakeout? Are you going to sit in your car and spy with binoculars?â
Jason smirked. âPossibly. And I might go in too.â
âDressed like that?â
Jason glanced at himself. âGood point. What if I lose the tie?â
âNot enough.â
Ava reached across the table and took his hand. âCome on.â
Jason raised his eyebrow. âWhere are we going?â
âTrust me.â
Chapter Fifteen
The bathroom was small, tight, and didnât have room for what they were doing.
Holy shit, Jason thought.
He couldnât take his eyes off Ava as she pulled off her big sweatshirt. As it rose, it revealed a bit of skin and the bottom of a tank top that hugged her stomach like a glove.
Jason felt his pants tighten as he stared at that tiny sliver of exposed skin. Was it as hot as the red dress sheâd been wearing at the wedding? Yes. No. Maybe. Didnât matter. It was fucking hot as hell watching her undress.
And she didnât seem to care that he was looking, either. She shucked the sweatshirt, and the little tank left very little to the imagination, including her lack of bra.
âHere,â she said, pushing the sweatshirt into his hands.
âUh.â He didnât know if the shirt would fit. And he couldnât quite take his eyes off her boobs.
âOver your shirt,â Ava said, grabbing his tux jacket.
Jason nodded, feeling like an idiot as he put it on. While he did, Ava slipped on his tux jacket and rolled up the sleeves.
âThere, thatâs better,â she said. âWell, except for that.â She reached around his neck, and this time when Jason smelled her perfume, it about did him in. He made himself stand perfectly still as she undid the bow tie and adjusted his collar.
Her arms were around his neck. It wouldnât take anything to pull her against him, to feel her lips again. Those breasts crushed against his chest.
Shove her against the wallâtake her right there in the coffee-shop bathroom.
Damn. This was how he was supposed to feel. He should feel overwhelmed with need. Want to jump her bones.
Her eyes met his, and for a second he wanted to act on those impulses.
Ava stumbled, and his hands wrapped around her, holding her up.
âSorry,â she said.
âItâs okay.â
And if he was going to kiss her, now was theâ
She pulled out of his arms, the bow tie dangling from her fingers. She turned and glanced at herself in the mirror. The tux jacketâs strong shoulders stuck out too far from hers, making her look like a mini-linebacker. It didnât matter that she probably towered close to six footâor maybe it was her heels.
Had she had those on when they came in here?
She must have. She unfastened her hair and used the tie like a thin scarf, and fluffed her hair over it.
âVoilà ,â she said, gesturing to the mirror.
They almost looked like a couple. The dark-gray sweatshirt played down his black pants, and his jacket dressed her up just a little more.
âImpressive,â Jason said. âGood thing you had that sweatshirt on.â
She shrugged.