Which didn't make the desire surging through me any easier to ignore. I dropped my gaze back to my beer and took several slow, deep breaths. They helped about as much as the cold beer.
"Thing is," he continued, "the lawyer will at least be able to describe the Nadler he knows well enough for me to work up a sketch, and we can go from there."
"That's a good idea."
"Oh, I'm full of them."
"There's no denying you're full of something," I said dryly. "But I'm not sure I'd call it ideas."
His soft laugh shivered across my senses enticingly. Damn, damn, damn.
"Well, I'd offer to show you exactly what is filling me at the moment, but I rather suspect you'll refuse."
"Don't you know it." Thankfully, my phone chose that moment to ring, cutting off any other comments he might make along those lines. It was Mike. "I'm guessing it's bad news, seeing not much time has passed."
"On the contrary," he said. "The tickets will be dropped off at the office tomorrow at nine, and you can pick them up anytime after that."
"Excellent." I gave Jak the thumbs-up. "Thanks heaps, Mike."
"Glad to help," he said, and hung up again.
"Fantastic," Jak said as I put the phone away. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
"It's supposed to be a chance meeting, remember? I'll meet you there." Besides, he and I confined in a car was not a good idea if he was going to continue radiating desire so strongly. My brain and emotions might want to keep their distance, but my hormones remembered the good times, and they were more than willing to take the chance and dance with him again.
"Not because of any ruse, but because you don't trust me," he commented, amusement crinkling the corners of his dark eyes.
"Not one iota. You, my friend, have seduction on your mind." I finished my drink and stood. "I'll see you tomorrow night."