Page 45 of Cozen

“Shame,” Cozen said, smiling a little. “I thought you were going to show me around a little more. I was looking forward to it.”

Jett laughed, and reached out to stroke Cozen’s cheek like he had back at the restaurant. This time, she used her hand to cover his, and wrap her fingers around his hand. Jett’s gaze never left Cozen as he spoke, and she didn’t seem to mind keeping her attention entirely on him, either.

Christ.

That strange jealousy burned inside Sargon again. This shit was getting out of control. What was wrong with him?

“I promise I will show you around another evening,” Jett promised. “And you, too. I will show you off on another evening.”

Cozen’s smile widened to show off teeth. “Sounds like a plan.”

Jett nodded, and then looked to Sargon with a wave in his direction. “I will have Sargon take you home, and I will have my other men come with me. I have no doubt Sargon will look after you, and make sure you get home safe and sound.”

She gazed at Sargon for the briefest second before going back to Jett. “Whatever you like, Jett.”

As fast as the evening had begun, it seemed like it was now over. Jett moved closer to Cozen, and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. She didn’t turn her head to offer anything more, and Jett didn’t try for something else, either.

Still, the jealousy raged.

Sargon seethed.

And he had no idea why.

“Have a good evening,” Jett murmured to Cozen, “and thank you for keeping me company.”

“I will see you on Monday at the restaurant, right?”

“Twelve sharp.”

Cozen winked. “Sounds like a plan.”

Jett took a large step back from Cozen, and raised his hand toward the street. Within seconds, a black town car had pulled up next to the man, and he slipped inside without a word. But not before he gave Sargon a pointed look.

A silent order.

Sargon heard it loud and clear.

It was only once Jett was gone that Cozen finally turned to him with her face a mask of nothingness. The smiles and twinkling eyes she had been wearing all night were now gone, and instead, an expressionless doll stared back at him.

“Exhausting, is it?” Sargon asked.

He had no business doing so.

Cozen’s mask slipped as she cocked a brow. “What is?”

“Pretending.”

Fire flashed in her sharp gaze, but just as quick as it came on, it was gone. She didn’t entertain his question or statement, but he didn’t really need her to. That glint in her eye had been more than enough to tell him what he needed to know.

The girl was pretending.

Just enough, apparently.

But for what?

“I guess you’re the one stuck with taking me home, Sargon,” Cozen muttered.

Sargon smirked, and for the first time all night, he didn’t mind being close to this woman. At least, not now that it was just them alone. “I wouldn’t describe it as being stuck, no.”