I scowl.
He frowns.
"Not that it matters, I suppose. We were both a part of it, and we agree it was the right thing to do."
"And that’s what I like about you." He reaches for my hand, and I let him take it. "Anyone else might have been scandalized by what happened. In fact, they’d probably never have taken a step in Isaac’s direction in the sauna."
"I felt like I had to include him, you know?"
"I understand."
I shake my head. "And that’s what’s so annoying. Youdoget it. You getme… Mostly. It’s just that your personality is too overpowering."
"It’s what you find attractive."
"And I need to have my head examined for it. How can someone being such a jerkass be so—"
"Charismatic?"
"I was going to go for cringe-inducing," I mutter.
He reels me in toward him, and I should protest, but JJ in a black T-shirt and jeans is over-the-top-panty-melting. I manage to flatten my palms again his chest to stop his progress.
"JJ, stop."
"It’s Jack."
"I can’t call you Jack. You’re my boss."
"And your lover."
I search his features. "Is that what we are?"
"Isn’t that what we are?" he counters.
I draw in a breath and—mistake—it’s JJ-scented. My ovaries seem to swell.
"Do you want kids?"
"What?" He stares.
"Children, JJ. You’re what, fifty?"
"I’m forty-nine," he snaps.
"Do you want kids?"
He releases me.Aha!Apparently, I found something that puts him off. Typical male behavior. Talk about the real stuff, and they get all lily-livered.
"That phase of my life is behind me, girl."
"Oh, so now it’s girl." I snort.
"You’re my girl." His lips curl.
"Don’t do that."
"Do what?"