My heart fluttered in my chest. “Er, no, not anymore.”
“Shame,” he said. “I liked the way Robbie described it. It made you sound good enough to eat.”
“Yeah,” Robbie said, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. “It did make her good enough to eat.”
“I have to go,” I said. This conversation was sending me to toe-curling hell. Clearly Robbie hadn’t wanted to do anything more than embarrass me. “It was nice to meet you all,” I said, swinging a gaze around at Tim, Dean and Ian. “Robbie,” I said, “I’m glad it’s worked out so well for you, the concert was great, but I have an early start in the lab tomorrow and it’s already late.”
“No, don’t go,” Robbie said, jumping up and grabbing my upper arm. “Hang on just a sec.” He turned to Sylvia, who was hovering by the door. “Can you get a car? I need to take Jenny home.”
His fingers pressed through the soft material of my hoody and sent a snake of sensations long forgotten up my shoulder and into my chest.
“It’s important,” he said, lowering his head to mine. “It’s important that we talk.”
Sylvia ordered a car on her cell. “It’s waiting,” she said to Robbie as she finished the call.
Robbie let go of my arm and paced to one of the sofas. He dragged on a loose, black sweater and shoved a wallet, keys and a phone into the front pockets of his jeans. “Come on,” he said, slipping an arm around my waist and steering me to the door. “This is long overdue.”