Moore?”
“Try pregnant, Robbie.”
A hesitant smile lit Jordan’s face. And then he shot a glance at his wife. “Told you she’d figure it out.”
She rolled her eyes. “Wasn’t like you were dying to hide the information, Mr. I-got-the-goods-to-knock-up-my-woman.”
Jordan chuckled. “Those words never came out of my mouth.”
“Congratulations.” Robinson’s eyebrows rose on his forehead and a small smile replaced his frown. His posture relaxed a tad. “I’m so happy for you guys.” He hugged both of his agents, then returned to Amanda’s side.
Handed back the half empty beverage. “You’re welcome,” he whispered.
Had he known she couldn’t finish it? Probably. He was always doing things like that. Subtle, but meaningful.
“Not everyone knows yet, so keep it quiet,” McKenna said. “We’re only twelve weeks along.”
“So, I shouldn’t blast it throughout the building Monday morning?” Robinson folded his arm across his chest.
Amanda bit back a snicker. He usually made good on his promises, too. To be a fly on the wall...
McKenna’s eyes turned to small slits. “Don’t even think about it, Robinson. Payback is well, you know.”
He laughed.
Amanda shifted, her arm coming into contact with Robinson, again. Their eyes met in a fleeting glance, which sent sparks straight to her stomach.
Yup. Should have gone home. Given her heart a chance to recover from their morning before tangoing with the Robinson magnet again.
Agent Saragosa headed toward them, sans a partner. He bumped into a couple on the dance floor. Righted himself and continued forward.
“Tough crowd, tonight.” He wrapped an arm around Jordan’s neck. They stumbled forward a step. Green eyes roved over them all, in a circular motion, as if the Agent’s world were spinning in his skull. The liquid in his glass sloshed near the edge. “I love you, man.” He pointed the cup in Jordan’s direction, a splash of alcohol careening to the floor.
“Please, tell me someone is driving him home.” Amanda stifled a laugh.
“Yeah,” Saragosa slurred. His gaze lit on McKenna. “Moore can drive me home and—”
“Think again, buddy.” Jordan removed the arm from around his neck.
The other man pursed his lips and nodded. “Fair enough. There’s more than enough meat around here.”
___
ROBINSON SHOULD HAVE gone home. Or stayed at the office.
Somewhere other than standing next to Amanda and watching an inebriated Saragosa stagger toward them. The agent’s eyes lingered on the stylish jacket the woman, next to Robinson, had thrown over her lacy top this morning. It accentuated her curves in a tasteful way. And Saragosa’s eyes roamed over it as if he had double X-ray vision.
Robinson blew a breath through his clenched teeth. Willed the swirling pit of revulsion, in his stomach, to stop. During their engagement, neither had been prone to bouts of extreme jealousy, possession or anything resembling either. He didn’t plan to start now, even though something similar gurgled to the top.
The guy was drunk. No need to make a big deal out of it. And with the way Saragosa wavered on his feet, he might pass out at any second. Saving them all a lot of trouble.
“Detective, you’ll drive me home, right?” A leering grin covered the other man’s face. Each sluggish step brought him closer.
Or not.
Relax, buddy.
He and Amanda had enough to talk about without adding a solid punch to Saragosa’s straight, white teeth to the list.
Bar fights with his agents weren’t his style. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to change things up if the other man crossed the line. Given the way he eyed her with more than appreciation, it seemed imminent.
“Try a taxi.” She crossed her arms. A gleam appeared in her scotch orbs. “You can grope yourself and throw up in a vehicle you’ll never see again. Win-win.”
Miss Sass was out in full force. Thank God.
Robinson’s muscles released a fraction. And he managed a slow
“Try pregnant, Robbie.”
A hesitant smile lit Jordan’s face. And then he shot a glance at his wife. “Told you she’d figure it out.”
She rolled her eyes. “Wasn’t like you were dying to hide the information, Mr. I-got-the-goods-to-knock-up-my-woman.”
Jordan chuckled. “Those words never came out of my mouth.”
“Congratulations.” Robinson’s eyebrows rose on his forehead and a small smile replaced his frown. His posture relaxed a tad. “I’m so happy for you guys.” He hugged both of his agents, then returned to Amanda’s side.
Handed back the half empty beverage. “You’re welcome,” he whispered.
Had he known she couldn’t finish it? Probably. He was always doing things like that. Subtle, but meaningful.
“Not everyone knows yet, so keep it quiet,” McKenna said. “We’re only twelve weeks along.”
“So, I shouldn’t blast it throughout the building Monday morning?” Robinson folded his arm across his chest.
Amanda bit back a snicker. He usually made good on his promises, too. To be a fly on the wall...
McKenna’s eyes turned to small slits. “Don’t even think about it, Robinson. Payback is well, you know.”
He laughed.
Amanda shifted, her arm coming into contact with Robinson, again. Their eyes met in a fleeting glance, which sent sparks straight to her stomach.
Yup. Should have gone home. Given her heart a chance to recover from their morning before tangoing with the Robinson magnet again.
Agent Saragosa headed toward them, sans a partner. He bumped into a couple on the dance floor. Righted himself and continued forward.
“Tough crowd, tonight.” He wrapped an arm around Jordan’s neck. They stumbled forward a step. Green eyes roved over them all, in a circular motion, as if the Agent’s world were spinning in his skull. The liquid in his glass sloshed near the edge. “I love you, man.” He pointed the cup in Jordan’s direction, a splash of alcohol careening to the floor.
“Please, tell me someone is driving him home.” Amanda stifled a laugh.
“Yeah,” Saragosa slurred. His gaze lit on McKenna. “Moore can drive me home and—”
“Think again, buddy.” Jordan removed the arm from around his neck.
The other man pursed his lips and nodded. “Fair enough. There’s more than enough meat around here.”
___
ROBINSON SHOULD HAVE gone home. Or stayed at the office.
Somewhere other than standing next to Amanda and watching an inebriated Saragosa stagger toward them. The agent’s eyes lingered on the stylish jacket the woman, next to Robinson, had thrown over her lacy top this morning. It accentuated her curves in a tasteful way. And Saragosa’s eyes roamed over it as if he had double X-ray vision.
Robinson blew a breath through his clenched teeth. Willed the swirling pit of revulsion, in his stomach, to stop. During their engagement, neither had been prone to bouts of extreme jealousy, possession or anything resembling either. He didn’t plan to start now, even though something similar gurgled to the top.
The guy was drunk. No need to make a big deal out of it. And with the way Saragosa wavered on his feet, he might pass out at any second. Saving them all a lot of trouble.
“Detective, you’ll drive me home, right?” A leering grin covered the other man’s face. Each sluggish step brought him closer.
Or not.
Relax, buddy.
He and Amanda had enough to talk about without adding a solid punch to Saragosa’s straight, white teeth to the list.
Bar fights with his agents weren’t his style. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to change things up if the other man crossed the line. Given the way he eyed her with more than appreciation, it seemed imminent.
“Try a taxi.” She crossed her arms. A gleam appeared in her scotch orbs. “You can grope yourself and throw up in a vehicle you’ll never see again. Win-win.”
Miss Sass was out in full force. Thank God.
Robinson’s muscles released a fraction. And he managed a slow
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