"We'll get to that," he said.
"For now, tell me what you came in here for."
I hesitated, still stuck on his cryptic comment.
"Eva."
His firm tone focused me.
"What do you need?" "A date for Shawna.
Uh .
not really a date.
Shawna's got a man, but he's out of the country.
It'd just be better if we made it an even party of four."
"You don't want to ask Cary?" "I thought of him first, but Shawna's my friend.
I thought you might want someone you know to come.
You know, keep the dynamic even."
"All right.
I'll see who's free."
I realized then that I hadn't really expected him to take me up on my offer.
Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face, because he asked, "Is there more?" "I ."
How did I say what I was thinking without making an ass of myself? I shook my head.
"No.
Nothing."
"Eva."
His voice was stern.
"Tell me."
"It's stupid."
"That wasn't a request."
An electric tingle coursed through me, as it always did when he took on that commanding tone.
"I just thought you socialized for business and screwed random women occasionally."
Saying that last part was hard.
As lame as it was to be jealous of women in his past, I couldn't help it.
"You didn't think I had friends?" he asked, clearly amused.