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“I wasn’t.”
Jamie chuckled. “Alright, Tina,” he said. “You weren’t apologizing for someone else running into your table.”
I narrowed my eyes. “It’s Tessa.”
He shrugged. “Close enough.”
He was trying to get a rise out of me. He was searching for my buttons. I wasn’t going to give in.
“I’m actually here with someone, Jamie.” I made a little shooing motion with my hand back toward the stage. “So if you don’t mind…”
“Yeah, I saw him,” Jamie said, distractedly looking around. I watched him grab a beer out of a guy’s hand and the guy let him when Jamie gave him a smile and an extra Irish-y, “Cheers.”
I rolled my eyes, though inside I knew I would probably have let him have the drink, too.
“Is he your brother?” Jamie asked me after finishing the beer in one long drink.
My mouth fell open. “No. He’s mydate.”
Jamie easily looked over the heads of the crowd to find Tom at the bar. He looked back down at me. “Why hasn’t he touched you, then?”
I frowned up at him. “He has.”
“He’s touched his own hair more than he’s touched you,” Jamie said.
“That’s not true,” I said, knowing even as I forced the words defiantly out of my mouth that it was absolutely true.
“Why are you with him?” Jamie asked, ignoring my weak protests. “He’s not your type at all.”
I spit out a laugh. “Oh, you know my type all of a sudden?”
A dark grin tugged up the corners of Jamie’s lips. “I know it’s not Mr. Abercrombie & Fitch over there. Tell me what you’re doing with him.”
I checked over my shoulder to see Tom nearly at the front of the line for the bar. “Would you just beat it?” I growled out. “You’re so irritating.”
“Are you robbing him? Is this some sort of con?”
“No.”
“You’re his math tutor?”
“I failed freshman algebra.”
“Geography?”
“Get lost, Jamie.”
Jamie glanced again over at Tom. “He’s a prostitute then,” he said, grinning down at me. “Look, Tonya, if you wanted to get laid, you just had to ask your lovely next door neighbor.”
I glared as he obviously tried to contain his laughter at my own expense.
“We...are...on...a...date,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.
Jamie shook his head. “I know that’s not true.”
I threw my hands up into the air in frustration. “Why?” I nearly wailed. “Why is that so hard to believe, next door neighbor I don’t even know?”
With his massive arms, Jamie easily grabbed Tom’s chair, lifted it over the table, and slammed it on the floor. He sat down in it, like a giant in a child’s play set chair, and gripped the sides of my own chair. I gasped when he dragged me close to him, so my knees were butted up against the edge of his own chair. His thighs enveloped me.
