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Stepping out into the shower area was a shock to my system, and I gasped at the sudden change from being in hot, humid air to cool, less humid air.

Jamie shivered as he closed the sauna door behind us, then let out a little chuckle.

“What?” I glanced at him.

“I was so focused on getting you in there, I forgot to grab my shower stuff.”

I let out a snort-laugh. “Holy fuck, I did too.” I shook my head. “Your damn ass distracted me.”

“Maybe tonight you can get up close and personal with it.” He tossed me a wink and took off toward the locker area, presumably to get his shower stuff.

I froze as his words echoed in my head. Was he telling me he was ready for more?

He tossed me another grin over his shoulder. “Coming, Z?”

Like a dumbass, I stumbled after him to grab my shower stuff too.

13

ISAAC

I was late.

Only three minutes, but for my dad, that was the same as an hour.

Ignoring the looks from the people around me, I hurried into the hotel and made a beeline for the elevator bank at the far end of the lobby.

I was in a bad mood, and not just because I was meeting my dad. I’d left home in plenty of time and got to the city with half an hour to spare.

That’s when everything went to shit, and now I was late when I should have been early enough to beat him here, which had been the goal of leaving so early.

My dad usually picked a restaurant or bar on the waterfront, but this time he’d chosen a bar on the rooftop of a swanky downtown hotel. Parking had been a nightmare. The underground lot was for registered guests only, and none of the public lots in a six-block radius had any open spaces.

I’d circled the hotel for almost twenty minutes trying to find a spot, and when I finally did, I’d practically sprinted the four blocks to the hotel.

Now I was pissed, flustered, and sweaty. A great way to start a conversation I didn’t want to have with someone I’d rather not see.

When I finally got to the roof, I was ten minutes late.

Fucking awesome.

“For one?” A perky hostess asked me when I approached the entrance.

“I’m meeting someone. Reservation under Whitley, for two.”

The hostess scanned a tablet in front of her. “You said Whitley for two?”

I nodded.

“I have a reservation for Whitley, party of three.” She looked between me and the tablet.

Three? What the hell. No way was my mother here too. She and my dad didn’t speak and hadn’t since I was five. I couldn’t even remember the last time they were in the same room together, not even when I graduated from high school because my father had been away on a business trip.

“Do you think there’s been a mistake?” the hostess asked, her body language going defensive, like she was prepping for me to start screaming at her.

I knew that move. Being a mechanic might be a trade job, but we still had to interact with the public, and I’d dealt with my fair share of people who took their frustrations out on whoever was behind the desk.

“I’m sure it’s just a mix-up.” I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Do you mind if I just take a quick look around to see if my father is here?”

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