“Brad?” Cash didn’t like that bastard one bit, and he sure as hell didn’t like him near Jade. “He was at your house?”
Jade took another drink and then capped her bottle. “He’s not important, but yes, he showed up at my house. Anyway—”
“No. Don’t move on.” Heat forgotten, Cash rolled the towel and hung it around his neck. “What the hell did he want?”
Jade rolled her eyes. “I should’ve never mentioned that.”
“You should’ve mentioned it before now,” he growled.
“It was just this morning, relax.”
He flexed his fists at his sides, but remained silent. Anything he said now would come out sounding like a jealous boyfriend. Besides, Jade was a big girl, and he trusted that she could handle herself. He just didn’t like that she’d had to.
“As I was saying,” Jade continued, “Livie had my phone, and when your texts popped up on the screen, she was a little shocked.”
Cash smiled and reached up to grip the two ends of the towel with one hand. “Why is that? Do you have me listed under Hot Shower Sex?”
Jade swiped stray, damp hairs from her forehead and laughed. “Not hardly, stud. Obviously I have your name or she wouldn’t have known it was you. But she did see the icing comment.”
Oh, that was a good one. In fact, he’d already ordered a chocolate cake and had it in his kitchen. He could cook, but he drew the line at trying to bake. He really should’ve asked for extra icing . . .
“Would you get that shitty grin off your face?” she scolded. “I’m being serious.”
“Oh, I was serious about the icing.”
Jade swatted his arm but continued to smile. “Do you even care what I said to Livie?”
Cash shrugged. “I trust you handled the situation however you thought best.”
Her green eyes narrowed. “You’re really that trusting?”
“Not normally,” he countered. “But I trust you.”
Jade stared at him another minute, pursed her lips, and then muttered something and walked out of the room. Confused, Cash followed.
The cool blast of air hit him hard as he stepped into the hallway. Before he could take another step, Jade whirled around on him.
“I can’t believe you’re that easy,” she declared. “I jumped all over you the other night and you just . . . just . . .”
Cash crossed his arms over his chest and glanced down the hall to make sure they were still alone. He took a step closer and stared into her disbelieving eyes.
“Red, I was married to a woman who lied to my face without thinking twice. The fact that you were worried the other night, even though you handled it wrong, tells me that you recovered and managed today just fine.”
Jade’s eyes widened as she stared back like he’d lost his ever-loving mind. “You know, that’s pretty sexy.”
“Excuse me?”
“The way you defended my actions when I was hard on myself,” she explained. “It’s pretty hot.”
A smile spread across her face and she started to reach for him, but pulled her hand back as someone came down the hall, then turned into another studio room.
He hated this. He didn’t want to worry they were in public. When she wanted to touch him, he wanted her to have that freedom.
So did that mean he wanted a relationship? Hell, maybe he did, but he wouldn’t say anything. At least not for now. He had to make sure his thoughts weren’t skewed by great sex.
“You wanna come to dinner about seven?” he asked, more than ready to get some alone time with her.
She reached up and slid the towel from around his neck. “Let’s make it seven thirty. I have a few things I want to do.”