"I'll always be here to listen, Jay,” she said softly.“Always."
"What are you doing tomorrow?”he asked, his tone turning upbeat.
“Working.Why?”
“I'd like to take you to lunch again."
"Again?"
"Yes.And the day after tomorrow.And the day after that, too.Hell, just pencil me in for the whole week.I want to take you to lunch every day."
Claire shook her head."That's a bad idea."
"Why?"he asked.
"Do you know how bored you’d get with me?”she asked.“Not to mention the toll it would take on our collective waistlines."
"You're anything but boring and your waistline looks perfect to me.”He paused, then added.“I want to spend every day with you, Claire.”
Though she couldn't see his eyes, she knew the exact expression they held.That same spark, intensifying each time they collided.with every moment they spent together.The bar in Negril.Hamish’s party.The bistro.The James Bond sofa.The bench outside her office.Public or private.Noisy or quiet.It didn't matter.
“What about the nights?”she asked seductively.
“Especially the nights,” he said.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
CLAIRE/JAY
Anna knocked twice before cracking the door.Claire smiled and waved her inside, phone pressed to her ear with Molly on the other end.
"Well, speak of the devil.Here’s the amazing Anna now, carrying a certain little black bag."Claire winked at her assistant.Anna placed the gift bag on the desk with a sly grin.
"Animal, vegetable, or mineral?"Molly asked.
"Well, give me a minute.I haven't even opened it yet."
"What was yesterday's gift again?"Molly asked.
"Bath bombs."
"Oh, right."Molly laughed."Have you scrubbed his back yet?"
"You already know the answer to that.”
“What about his front?”
“Molly!”
"When are you two gonna stop with this little game of yours and get down to business?"Molly asked.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous."
"I am.I absolutely am.I don't deny it.Hamish never sends me funny little gifts."
"What?"Claire howled."You're unbelievable, you know that?Hamish surprised you with a diamond and emerald bracelet last week.There’s no telling what he spent.”
"When are you gonna learn?Price does not equal sentiment," Molly said firmly.
