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Melanie still hadn’t said a word, and I was hoping to get Jason out of the way before he noticed her, but no such luck. His eyes lit up when he caught sight of her standing there quietly just beyond the dining room.
“Well, hello again,” he said, running a hand through his hair and offering up his most diabolical grin. “Melanie, right?”
She cocked her head and looked at him with what seemed like amusement. “That’s right, Jason. Good to see you again.”
“It’s good to be seen. What are you doing right now?”
“Just about to go grab a quick lunch before the staff starts arriving.”
“Excellent,” Jason declared. “You’re coming with us. I need somebody more entertaining than this guy to talk to.”
Melanie glanced at me. Jason would unquestionably keep his hands to himself as soon as I said the word. Yet I was bothered by the hungry way he kept looking at the girl I’d already started to think of as mine.
“Thank you,” she said politely, “but I’m ... ah ... meeting a friend.”
“Really?” Jason frowned. “Where?”
“Well ...” Melanie looked at me for help.
“Come on,” I said impatiently, and nudged him a little harder toward the door. If he resisted anymore, I just might throw him through it. “Melanie has better things to do than sit through lunch with our ugly asses.”
Jason was insulted. “Who are you calling an ugly ass, you East Coast ape?”
When I finally hustled him out to the street, he stopped cold and just stood there, staring at me.
“What is it now?” I asked, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“You and Melanie,” he sang out, and beamed like he’d just solved the cold fusion enigma.
I shook my head and acted like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Nope, your instincts are getting rusty.”
“Like hell they are,” he scoffed. Then he leaned forward eagerly. “So does the fact that you’re her boss make it extra hot? Do you order her to get down on her knees and take dictation? Does the word overtime possess an entirely different meaning now?”
“Jesus, shut up,” I hissed.
He laughed out loud. “I knew it. And my instincts are sure as shit not rusty. You’re totally into that girl.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, and pushed him off the curb and toward his car. “I’m into her. Like in a ‘can’t sleep at night’ or ‘keep my thoughts out of the gutter’ kind of way. Happy now?”
My best friend shot me a smug smile. “Very.”
