Page 42 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
My cheeks warmed, and I ran my hands down my hips. “I’ve had this dress forever. I can’t even remember the last time I wore it. It’s amazing it even fits.”
He met my gaze. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Deflect my compliment. I mean it. You look good enough to eat. Don’t try to explain it away.”
Hesitating, I pressed my lips together. “All right. Thank you.”
“Much better. Shall we?”
I grabbed a trench coat I also hadn’t worn in ages, and Jensen helped me slip it on. His proximity made my skin prickle. And how did he smell so good? I couldn’t have named the scent if I’d tried, but it woke up my hormones and made them take notice.
We left and went to his car. He opened the passenger door, and I got another whiff of him as I got in. It was hard not to imagine what it would be like to get closer—to feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, that masculine scent surrounding me.
He got in, and I resisted the urge to fan myself. This was getting ridiculous. We weren’t on a date. We had a job to do.
“This should be a date,” he said, turning on the engine.
“What? No. It’s not a date. It’s a… mission.”
He grinned. “Indeed. But we should behave as if we’re on a date.”
“Oh, for cover. That actually makes sense.”
He glanced at me again, and those intense dark eyes smoldered. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave.”
The flush of heat crept from my cheeks and raced downward to burst between my legs. That man could probably give a woman an orgasm from across the room.
When we arrived at the Grand Peak Hotel, he parked in the outer lot, far from the entrance. I didn’t mind walking, but it seemed like an odd choice. What if we had to make a quick getaway?
Besides, Jensen seemed like a valet parking sort of guy.
Before I could ask any questions, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black case. He opened it and handed me what looked like a very small earbud.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“We’ll be able to hear and talk to each other through these.”
Pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I held it up. “It’s so tiny.”
“Strictly speaking, we’re not supposed to have these.”
“Where did you get them?”
“The less you know, the better. It fits right into your ear.”
I pushed it in, and although I could feel it, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Am I going to be able to get it out?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem. And they’re almost invisible.”
He put one in his ear, and he was right. It was almost totally hidden.
“Can you hear me through the earpiece?” he asked.
His voice was soft in my ear. “Yes. Can you hear me?”
He smiled. “I can, and I daresay I’m going to enjoy having your voice in my ear tonight.”
