“Inappropriate?” she suggested.
“Right,” I agreed. “And we’re not in a relationship or anything like that. Just friends…with certain benefits.” The look Jenna gave me spoke volumes. “Believe me, neither of us are looking for anything else.”
I was pretty sure that I hadn’t convinced her, but she didn’t press the matter.
“What does he do for the FBI?”
“He’s a profiler, but I guess he’s doing some field work now too. Partnered up with an agent named Raymond Matthews. I guess he’s a big deal in the Denver office. Arrested a lot of bad guys.”
A little crease appeared between Jenna’s eyebrows, and I waited for her to tell me what was wrong, but she didn’t.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow evening?”
I blinked at the change of subject and scrambled for an answer. “Um, nothing, as far as I know.”
“Good,” she said with a smile. “Come to dinner here at six. And bring your friend.”
“Okay, I’ll give him a call.”
The words were out of my mouth before I really thought about them, and then I couldn’t take them back. I’d have to call Clay and see if he wanted to come or deal with coming up with a decent lie. I didn’t dislike the idea of spending time with him, but I knew things had to be handled carefully. I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea and making things between us weird.