Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,12

remembering his naked body the way he was remembering hers? The world stopped spinning for several heartbeats.

The music changed to a slow song at that moment. Tiffany’s face lit up. “Finally. A slow song. Will you dance with me now?”

“I thought we were going to get a drink,” he pointed out, nodding toward the bar, his gaze still flicking to Libby every few seconds.

Damn, she looked good.

Tiffany shrugged. “That was before the music changed. Let’s dance first. We can get a drink after.”

For a heartbeat, Jason considered telling Tiffany to fuck off. But he wasn’t that kind of guy. By the end of this night, she was undoubtedly going to want to throttle him, but he wasn’t willing to tip that boat just yet. He would be a total dick if he ditched her.

Besides, there were no guarantees Libby would even speak to him further, let alone behave rudely to her date. “Nice seeing you. Enjoy your evening,” she said, her gaze on his far longer than necessary.

“So nice meeting you guys,” Tiffany added.

Jason’s heart was pounding as he watched Libby disappear, another man’s hand on the small of her back. Jason had to force himself to turn and walk away. It was the last thing he wanted to do. But it was necessary.

When he and Tiffany reached the dance floor, she set her hands on Jason’s waist and stepped closer. He planted his palms on her back but made no effort to draw her against him.

Apparently, Tiffany wasn’t daunted by Jason running into Libby. She didn’t mention it. Instead, she started making small talk again. Perfectly normal. After all, they’d just met a few hours ago.

Honestly, Tiffany was a nice enough woman. He couldn’t really complain about her. She wasn’t stereotypically ditzy or anything. She worked for a bank. She was pretty. He supposed most men would give anything for a date with her. But his mind was on Libby now, and nothing was going to change that development.

It was simply bad luck for Tiffany that Jason had his eyes on another woman. One of his coworkers had set them up. The truth was, he’d only agreed because he hadn’t been on a date in months. He’d been on several missions in a row with his Delta Team, and then he’d dealt with leaving the team and moving to Dallas.

“…and then my girlfriend, Jazmine, she thought it would be funny if we went skinny dipping.” Tiffany giggled. “The water was so cold. My nipples were hard for hours.”

Jason offered her a smile. She was flirting with him. Heavily. She kept patting his chest and leaning in closer than necessary to speak. When her hair brushed against his cheek, he was shocked to find that it was kind of stiff. Like it had received far too many treatments and had a lot of hairspray in it.

As the song wound down, Jason spotted Libby over Tiffany’s shoulder. She was heading toward the hallway where the restrooms were located. She was also alone.

Jason jerked his attention back to Tiffany and then nodded toward the far wall. “Why don’t you find us a high-top table over there? I’m going to use the restroom, and then I’ll get us some drinks.”

She nodded. “Okay. Sure.”

As soon as she walked away, Jason hurried toward the corner where Libby had disappeared. He got lucky. She was just exiting the women’s room as he approached. She lifted her gaze and smiled.

That was all the encouragement he needed to grab her hand and pull her farther down the hallway toward the rear exit. He shoved the door open and stepped out into the night, keeping her close.

She looked over her shoulder as the door closed behind them. “Jason, what are you doing? I can’t just leave.”

He flattened her against the brick wall and cupped her face, angling her head so he could see her eyes. “We’re not leaving. I just wanted a moment.”

“Okay,” she whispered breathlessly before glancing around.

No one else was standing nearby. Certainly not Eddie, who undoubtedly thought she was in the bathroom.

“You snuck out of my bed,” he began.

She licked her lips. “I thought it would be easier than dealing with the morning-after chat and a pile of empty, fake promises to call or something.”

He slid his hand around to cup her neck, his fingers threading in her hair. “I would have called.”

She sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”

He frowned. “Why would you doubt that? What part of the evening suggested I wasn’t into you?” He reminded