She spluttered. “You know what.”
He lowered his gaze to her mouth. “It’s what you said.”
She bit back a gasp. “You’re blaming me?”
He gave a slow, sexy grin. “Thanking you. Let me know when you’re ready to...explore what’s between us.”
Sera had never been in a more frustrating conversation in her life. “Nothing more ego-stroking than the idea of two women competing for your attention, huh?”
“If you say so.”
Suddenly, she’d had enough. Enough of a guy who could juggle women with dexterity—even injured.
“You don’t remember,” she snapped.
“Remember what?”
“Spring break in Florida eight years ago.”
Jordan’s lips curved. “Am I supposed to?”
“It depends,” Sera said sarcastically. “Do you keep a running tally of the women you dally with, or do they just run together in one seamless and nameless highlight video in your mind?”
Jordan tilted his head, looking more intent. “Dally with?”
She gestured with her hands. “Flirt with. Come on to... Kiss.”
“I’m supposed to remember every woman I ever flirted with?”
“Granted, it must be a long list. How about kissed?”
“Including the fans who’ve thrown their arms around me?”
She drew her brows together. “Including the ones you’ve chatted up on spring break and engaged in some lip-to-lip action with after a couple of beers.”
Jordan regarded her thoughtfully. “Are you saying we’ve kissed...and I don’t remember it?”
Sera smacked her forehead. “Give the man a prize for a light-bulb moment.”
Jordan grinned. “It must have been some kiss.”
“You don’t remember it!”
“But you do.”
Sera felt herself heat. “Only because you’ve become famous.”
He frowned. “I would have remembered an unusual name like yours.”
“I didn’t give you my name, and anyway, you probably would have thought I meant S-A-R-A-H.” It was a common mistake that she was used to.
“So you like to operate anonymously?” he said, enjoying himself.
“I’d just turned twenty-one.” I was young and stupid.
Jordan rubbed his chin. “Let’s see, eight years ago...college break. Destin, Florida?”
“Right,” she responded tightly. “Hundreds of students clogging the beach. Beer flowing. Dancing. You angled in...”